Accidental Poet

It’s Always Me

It’s Always Me

 

It’s always me

The one who feels it

And I’m also the one

Who tries to conceal it

 

I have to resist the urge

To look her way

To stare with adoring eyes

To voice words I long to say

 

But she steals my thoughts

My attention redirected

A magnetic pull

My heart effected

 

She doesn’t seem interested

So I hold back my heart

Pull in the reigns

From God’s own work of art

 

And then again

It’s me who feels it

Still, I’m the one

Who tries to conceal it

 

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