I thought i could show him
but he's still unaware.
i think i should tell him
how much i really care.
somehow in doing this
i am troubled.
i act content
but really I'm subtle.
i yearn to tell him
but i am hesitant
i know he is a little rude
& not a complete polite gent.
& I'm not positive that he would
comprehend
after all i would always deny
& not having love for him is what I'd pretend.
i wish i could start all over again
& ask him out on the spot.
i regret all my mess-ups,
i know i have a lot.
my love for him is
a heavy affliction
but loving him
is my addiction.
& i know my love for him
will never cease
with everyday
it leaves a crease
upon my heart
but I'm filled with zest
because he's the one i want,
he's better than the rest.
although he'll
never know
because I'm to
cowardly to show
my love will
still exist
& who knows,
maybe someday I'll take a risk.
& tell him that this poem
that was wrote
is about him
& i am the poet.
& then maybe
he'll see
that if anyone loves him most,
its me.
