If Theres An Art To Love We'D Be The Masterpiece - Poem by Silence Dogood
I didn't like you or love you.
Atleast that's what I thought.
But around you I felt special.
Like I'd fallen and was caught.
And everyone around me.
Thought that you liked me to.
But I told them they were wrong.
And now I've fallen for you.
And now everythings a mess.
Because I was stuck in my denial.
And I missed all of my chances.
And have lost that easy smile.
All because I was too stubborn.
To afraid they might be right.
I just couldn't love the enemy.
Not today and not tonight.
But trust me when I say this.
I disliked but did not hate.
And if theres a phobia for timing
Than I fear I came to late.
Because now I have finally realized.
That this hate was all pretend.
And that now I really like you.
And cannot be just friends.
I just hope that theres a chance for us.
Because I know what we could be.
And if there is an art to love.
We'd be the goddamn masterpiece.
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