It's no wonder why I have to hide
all my feelings deep down inside
in order to keep you safe in my heart.
It's hard, the hardest thing for me,
because I have to pretend I'm ok,
when really, I'm not.
Why be sly and hidden instead of out there?
If it's a problem, then let it be
I can't hide my love any longer.
It kills me when I can't hold you
or kiss you like I want to
all because we can't be.
So as of now, too bad for everyone else
and their pure jealousy.
I want to be happy and not suffer,
the pain is killing me.
My arms hurt because I see you,
and you're not in them.
My hands hurt because I see your's
and they aren't holding mine.
Why can't we breathe and be free?
I'm tired of hiding and playing
I just want to exhale and live.
The pain is there, gnawing at me,
harassing me, tempting me.
I'm fighting not to give in
but I don't want to hide!
My hands feel tied
because I can't touch you.
You are standing there
and I'm within grasp yet,
I just can't hold you.
You tell me when I can
be free and stop hiding
beccause I'm dying.
Hurry and tell me.
Tell me when I can.
Tell me when I can be in your arms
and tell me when I can breathe
and stop hiding.
I want to be free and happy
and with you.
Not hiding, not pretending.
Just with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I truly like this one. Such pain, passion, and longing in the words. Love hurts most when it is hidden.