You confessed to me,
That you like me.
You said that you're scared,
That I'll get mad at you.
But,
Did you know that you're wrong?
Yes, I was shocked.
But I was not mad.
Yet, you are still scared.
I know how you feel.
It's like losing your loved one,
By just confessing to her.
You don't need to be worried.
I'm not like the others,
That will leave you alone,
On the middle of the sea.
Thank you for liking me.
I know I'm not a perfect woman,
for you to like,
But,
you still choose me
to be your star.
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken Words
PoetryYou never know the hearts you silently break with the words you never say. -Bryant Mcgill
