I like you.
I wanted to tell you that long before,
While I hold your hand and do things more.
I like you.
That I wanted to hug you tight,
And hold your stares to make sure I'm the only one in your sight.
I like you.
That I'd rather spend time with you doing nothing,
Than hang out with people, that's not my thing.
I like you.
That I'm willing to mess things up,
Just for us to catch things up.
I like you.
But I never told you,
Because I don't think you need to know.
There's no reason to tell you,
So I just go with the freaking flow.
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken
PoetryWords that linger at the corner of my head, still remain unspoken... This is the compilation of my words, thoughts, poems, and drafts that remained in my journal for quite some time. I started writing some of this since 2015 but I just recently dec...
