What I never told you
Your eyes gleam in the dark-
like a fox's- golden flecks illuminated,
in the mists of your eyes,
as the breeze brushes through your hair,
I've always ached to follow.
My favorite color is your dark green.
I told you that, didn't I?
And the sound of your voice-
even though you are terribly silent at times,
lost in your own fantasies,
wrapped in shadows.
You'd say white didn't suit you,
but it makes you shine- from within,
and your dark brown skin glows.
I told you that, didn't I?
And so many times, I've yearned to tell you
how beautiful you are,
everytime you sit beside me,
a silent comfort to each other,
quiet from a rejection,
you, the hopeless romantic,
falling in love with everyone,
except the only one who has ever thought
of you with nothing
but a deep ache in her heart-
the kind she knows
will never be returned
I loved you.
I never told you that, did I?
I wish I had.
Copyright © Suryajohita Bondada | Year Posted 2026
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