Your eyes shine bright,
whenever you are around.
Like the starry dark night,
where there is no sound
and all you can hold is the sight
of your round,
cheeky smile.
My dearest, if I could,
hold you tightly in my arms,
and show you the glory of the things misunderstood.
Hold you tightly in my arms.
I surely would.
If only I could...
I read the last line once more: "If only I could." My eyes filled with tears, and pushed them back; not wanting anyone to see me cry. Tucking secretly this letter-no this confession away into my bag, I only hoped no one has read from behind, these private words, that were only meant for me to read.
"If only I could." Those words repeated themselves inside my thoughts. Images of the hand, who wrote this, slowly putting dowwn their pen, probably with a devistating sigh, and maybe, even, rereading every word. With the small agonizing thought: "If only I could."
I stopped myself from going any deeper than that.
I returned my attention back to the board and started m work: a1=5, r=3. Find the first 5 terms. Even with this task in mind those 4 words have marked the depths of my heart.
"If only I could."
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If Only I Could
Short StoryI'll be honest, or as honest as I'll let you see. Last I wrote a poem, and as well as a story to go with it. I don't want to go into so much detail of all the lovey dovey thoughts going through my mind or how this was written two days after Valentin...
