The words I couldn’t say haunt me in my sleep;
taunting me and teasing me.
I should have told them to you face to face when I had the chance
But I was scared (and still am) and I didn’t say anything.
Now, I don’t know when I’m going to see you again
And if I don’t say anything now, I’m afraid I never will…
I care for you more than you’ll ever know.
Whenever we were together, it felt as if nothing else mattered in the world.
When you held me in your arms or if I laid my head on your chest, I felt safe.
I am probably too late in telling you this
Or maybe I’m just still afraid that you don’t feel the same.
Who knows, I may share this with you, or I may not…
It just depends on how much I’m willing to get hurt
About the Creator
Taylor
I have always enjoyed writing, especially short stories and poetry. I have always written for myself mainly and I want to start sharing my works. Thank you for reading and enjoy!!!!
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