I secretly really like you,
And I know I have no chance.
I feel I'm overstepping boundaries
Just trying to be your friend.
Am I too close for comfort?
Tell me, and I will go.
Don't worry about my breaking heart;
It's my fault I let myself fall, not yours.
I'll be fine.
I'll eventually move on.
One day.
11.13.18
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In the Wee Small Hours
PoetryLittle thoughts in prose, song and poetry. (Previously titled 'Raconteur') Copyright © 2018 by @janeoswyn. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photoc...
