His brows burrowed in confusion,
When i told him how I felt.
It had never occured to him,
That i loved him so.
Poor guy,
Didn't know how to react.
Awkwardness was unbearable.
The silence was deafening.
I had to do something.
Swallowing my pride,
Legs shaking,
I finally spoke,
'It's okay, dear friend.'
And I could swear,
He held out a breath.
I smiled,
But my heart felt the opposite,
His strong fingers reached out,
To touch my face,
Worry in his eyes,
'I'm sorry.' He said.
With trembling fingers,
I pushed away his,
I smiled again,
'It's okay' I repeated.
'I'm okay'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem