I always wondered what it felt like
If I could touch your hand
And feel the warmth in them
But how could I know
If I never done it before?
I wonder what it would be like
If you loved me back
Like how I fell in love with you
But I could never know
Because you never said a word at all
I know you care about me
The little things that you do
Shows how much love you hold
But that love isn’t the same as I feel for you
Even if you don’t know about it
I’ll love you from afar
Watching you love someone else
Hoping that maybe, someday
You’d love me back.
But I know you won’t.
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Isabella Renteria
"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." - Plutarch
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