#TheUnrequitedLove

Even the strokes of my pen shy away from admitting,
the intensity of that which i felt for you.

Oh how does my mind shy away from admitting,
That the present doesn't ignite any less for you.

Oh how does my heart shy away from admitting,
That it ached in longing for you.


I crumbled in your gaze
I bathed in the mirage of your embrace
A daydream, so bleak
I reached out
like a prisoner that craved the comfort of the sunlight's grace.

Oh how i wished the...