You are the calm of my waves
and the wild of my beating heart.
You're the bruise of my pride;
a pride long died.
The courage living inside me
got much stronger than it used to be.
You're the best part of me
but these feelings I have for you
is torturing me and no one else can see.
YOU ARE READING
The unsaid poems
Poetry" it takes a pen, paper and a lot of heartaches for you to feel your pain and soul collide." xyz
