I wonder if I tell you everything that I know,
All these feelings I'm afraid to show,
Will you still sit here, right next to me,
Under the shade of this old oak tree?
Will it be the same as we walk together,
Or will the silence take hold and conquer?
Have I gone mad to fall for you?
To feel so blue, though I always knew
You'd never love me the way I do.
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JI.NO (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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Comments3
A great poem of the outpouring of a heart in love. No one will love us the same as we love them, some more, some less but always different.
It’s more common than I care to admit🕊🙏🏻
Excellent write
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