Pouring Out My Heart - Poem by Rachel Willcox
Sitting here in the chair and thinking, will I ever hear from you, I'm blinking,
Wondering why my mind is fried, my heart could soon be sinking.
Am I really just a phase to you, someone to help you see and pull you through
Or did you confide to keep an option open, maybe its wrong and what you speak is true.
I think about how I feel now time has given me an option, what was it I should have said?
Was I right to tell the truth, letting my feelings unbed or should i have kept it in my head?
I look at myself in a mirror and feel ashamed for liking you so much
Am I being selfish by truly gasping, wanting to feel your touch?
A week has passed since you opened your heart and told me how you felt
The words sunk in and mind grew thin as I noticed my heart melt.
I feel the same I said to you, knowing of such a complication
Its tough to know what to do, this isnt a great situation.
The rhymes I phrase upon this page, makes it look its all I care for,
As days go by and friends do fly, my mind doesnt want it anymore.
But if I were to lose you from in my life, it would be quite a sadness
And even though I wish to be friends, maybe your sick of such a madness.
The page is small, my words a little, the time has come to end this riddle
But before I do there is one more thing I wish to tell from my mind of griddle.
You were my friend, a true sweet gent, so kind, soft and funny
I will believe the best was meant from words you spoke to me huni
Just so you know, mine were true too and I will always be here for you!
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