PRESSURE

PRESSURE

I love you,

But I can’t have you

What would my mother say, if she knew
How I feel about you and your beautiful soul?
How I desperately want to learn you,
Adore you with all that I know?

And I know that if I took the leap
And told you what I feel,
It’s a risk I would be taking
And I’m not sure I’m strong enough
For the consequences.

What would the church, society say,
If they saw how my stomach flutters when I look at you?
If they knew how captivated I was by your eyes and your smile?

How desperate I am for you to intimately know me?

I love you, but you’ll never be mine.

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