It didn’t start off as love at first
Just friends flourishing with
Laughter
Days, to weeks, to months,
Almost daily you and I
Understood.
Our friends became a canopy
Of fun, antics, and bonding.
Connected
By common values
And similar interests
Always.
And when my world —
Our stability was threatened and
Scorned
Compassionate, genuine you
Reached out and
Inquired
How you could help me
Feel better. And you
Listened.
You touched a part of me
And my heart
Opened.
Guarded, I kept my feelings
To myself in case they were
Vapid.
Yet time passed and like vines
The feelings grew and
Enveloped.
In embarrassment I write
This poem for
You.
I know you don’t return
My feelings and that’s
Okay.
I just… Wanted to let you know
So my love can finally be
Unveiled.
Tag: poem
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If Empathy were
A virus
I hope you contract it. -
In a newly developed suburb, bursting with homes,
Is a dreamy hot air balloon
Filled to the brim with blank tomes
Waiting, waiting… For the stars to align with the blue moon.The delay is long, arduous, so the balloon becomes occupied,
It makes friends as the weeds and plants grow,
Some of the tomes have verses, so the balloon is mollified,
Still waiting, waiting… For the stars and blue moon to glow.The plants have grown vines, strong and budding,
Radiant, colorful in all their flowerly glory.
But the hot air balloon bids farewell, for the sky is stunning,
The blue moon and stars are out, so it’s time to fill the tomes
With new stories.But the hot air balloon finds it hard to leave,
For the vines and friends are holding on
Should it stay with the empty tomes and grieve,
Or leave, to fill the pages with stories and songs?
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