_________________________________________You passed by me again,
this time I wanted to say it.The way I looked at you,
and the way you looked at me too.I wanted to say that I wanted you.
I wanted your love,
I wanted to give mine too.But I got scared,
I'm scared.That you will laugh at me,
that you will say I'm sorry.I walked away because I didn't want you to.
I didn't want to ruin what we already had.
But what we have,
I don't want it to disappear.I want more,
I want more of you and from you.Is it too much too ask?
From talking to holding hands,
from holding hands to trusting one another.I want to give it all to you.
But do you want to take it too?Even though I'm standing at your porch,
I'm afraid to knock.Would you open the door if I did?
Would you take me in?
I don't know what I'm afraid of.
I don't want to lose you before having you.
I want to free fall into your arms though,
I want to fall face front in your embrace.But I'm scared that you won't open the door.
I'm scared that you won't pick up the call.
So I didn't go and so it didn't ring.
But I want you to come,
I want you to call,
call me your home.I wish for us to be together one day.
But wishing doesn't change things.
But I hope it would.I don't know what I'm sacred of.
What if my feelings aren't real?
What if its my selfish loneliness that wants you.But I dreamt about holding you last night.
It made me happy that moment and the next I cried.
Because it wasn't real.
Even though I cherish you from afar,
I want to come closer,
I want to look at you right in the eyes,
I want to say that I liked you back then, but I love you now.I want to try this out.
Even though they are against this,
even though I don't know your mind.I want this to work out.
I want us to work out.
Somehow.__________________________________________________________________________________
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Oblivion ✔
PoetryEverything I wanted to say, everything that I couldn't. Just honest feelings from a dishonest person. Oblivion: the state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening around one. . Excerpt from book: She was the one who brought white flowers...