If I'd tell you everything that's left unsaid
Behind the words "I'm fine,"
If I'd confess how much I long for you,
With every passing time,
If I'd show you how much it hurt me,
When your name's being rhymed with hers
If you would let me love you,
May it be a blessing or a curse,
Would you ever be so kind to tell
The things I can't define?
Which of these am I allowed to feel?
How much of you can I call mine?
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Depth of Me •••#Wattys2018•••
Poetry"I'll write for what was left within the ashes; for the depth of me when all else is gone." cover drawing by: Carolina Roda
