Five years have come and vanished. Here. You want the real truth. I always loved you, but our backgrounds stopped me. So many wonderful times, the pages could run for days with our memories that made my heart beat faster near you. What is it they say, crushing or heartbreaking?
I picture the image of us dancing and laughing, the image in slow motion, but there is not a replay. The pain of not telling you the truth slowly started affecting my whole heart and mindset. The pain is like the day I lost my ungrateful father figure to the unknowing.
The fear of losing you completely breaks my unstable heart to pieces. My heart steadily beats as my mind talks down my negativity. As the picture of us appears on my screensaver, I smiled with tears.
My heart wants you to be the one, even though my mind fears the backlash of the shocking revelation. You asked what was wrong. I replied “nothing” as we walked to your car after a long day of classwork. My heart wanted to tell you then. The fear stopped me…again
When will my heart confess? The heart will confess one day.
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Maya Sheppard
I'm a college student. I been writing poems and short stories for years. I'm just a short girl with extremely big dreams.
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