In those two months, I poured my heart,
Showing love and care, right from the start.
Though unsure of what he truly felt,
I held onto hope that his heart would melt.Wishful thinking, it may have been,
But still, I wonder, deep within.
Did he feel the love I freely gave,
Or was it all in vain, my heart's brave?Scared to know, the answer I seek,
Afraid it'll leave me feeling weak.
YOU ARE READING
Its you and me not "Us"
PoetryIt isn't love, it isn't hate It's just indifference ( i wish you were a better man!)