"Am I special?"
Yes, you are.
I always tell you that, remember?
You're special, always.
"Have I made you smile?"
Definitely, yes.
You always make me, every time.
You're the only one who makes me happy - only you.
"Do you like me?"
Yes, I do.
From the very start, I am.
Until now, a year after we took apart.
"Do you love me?"
You asked suddenly.
It triggers every neurons I had - do I love you?
No, I don't – not anymore.
'Coz it was always you who asked,
So I never had a chance to ask you.
Now, it's my turn.
"Who am I to you?"
Silence is your last resort.
//the truth is, i am nothing to you//
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The Poet Tries: Untold Love #Wattys2019
PoetryPoems about love. Poems about life. Poems about everything. Some things are better left unsaid.
