I wish you were next to me
I'm sorry that you will never know
This will be nothing more than
A whisper in a breeze that
You can't quite catch the meaning of
I'm sorry for my silence when you are around
And my pain when you were gone
I'm sorry that I can't say "I love you"
I'm sorry that I'd rather be a puddle of tears
Rather than a heap of embarrassment
Again I'm sorry that you will never know
That my heart skips a beat
When I hear your name
I'm sorry that I never told you
How I really feel
I'm sorry for the moments
When I don't know what to say
That the tears you shed
Couldn't be wiped up by me
I'm sorry that the oxygen went to waste
On the three words you will never hear
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Maybe I'm Just Getting Older
PoetryLove, anxiety, hope, fear, identity, and pain are all things that we experience while growing up. This is a collection of poetry from my personal experience being a teenager and some poems about books I have read. Feel free to critique my poetry or...
