Unspoken Echoes of Unrequited Love
She Walks in, Beauty in motion, Bright as sunlight,
Melting in that smile, Drowning in those eyes
Falling, I might be, Thinking of no other, Waiting for the moment
Longing that this is real, Despair that this is not, Doubting the possibility
Waiting for a moment, Hoping this is true
Pulse quickens, Sweat beading, Heart pounding
Stomach in knots, it hurts, Hands shaking, Voice stumbles
The words tumble from my dry mouth
She turns red, covers her face
And then she leaves, nothing added
Oh, what did I do?
What did I say?
I apologise, she responds
It's not clear and I can't see
Well, what's said can't be unsaid
Was I brave or a fool
I know a truth
She tried to spare my feelings
Which made it worse.
It could have been me, but not this time.
Copyright © Mark Brown | Year Posted 2023
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