with every moment we share and experience,
i keep it locked in my heart,
behind closed gates.
i greedily try to consume every kiss we have,
and every instance as well.
when we first met,
when i first made you laugh,
when you smiled at me
with your beaming smile,
eyes with crinkling wrinkles.
becuase i know i'll only get these opportunities,
because i know i can't fully tell you how i feel something special for you.
i wish i could tell you how i feel,
but i can't,
there's a girl waiting for you to pick up your phone and call,
and there's a guy waiting for me to text him about my day.
Not only that but every time i reveal my true feelings,
things are always sure to end badly,
and i don't want that to happen with you.
you're my best friend.
so i'll keep this with me,
and this will remain our little secret.
And all i'll have left will be our little instance,
behind the stairwell,
and it shall stay that way.
YOU ARE READING
To All the Boys I've Loved B4... And to the Almosts and What Could've Been(s)
Poetryinspired by the book "To All The Boys I've Loved Before", here is my love letters and the words i could not say to these boys. Hope you enjoy! Love, Yaya
