I don't know why I felt what I did,
I thought I was content with being just friends.
Maybe it was the attitude? Maybe I was charmed?
Whatever it was it caught me unarmed.This love made me wish that magic was real,
So that I could blame it for what I feel.
If that truly were the reason then it wouldn't hurt as much,
Then maybe I'd get out of unrequited love's clutch.What a fool I am for feeling what I do!
I knew from the start I couldn't be with you.
I kmow who you like and I know its not me,
So from these feelings why can't I be free?Though saying it out loud, brings me much pain,
I know my kind of love is the kind that's in vain
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The Words I Thought But Never Said
PoetryThese are my thoughts I could never say out loud, that I put on paper in a poem