Pretending to be strong
always trying to hide my pain
I never got the chance to say
the words I really wanted to
My pride wouldn't let them through
I know you didn't understand then
and how could you when
I didn't myself
When my actions said otherwise
but the truth is this...
I'll never forget our first kiss
I loved kissing you, it was my bliss
Being close enough to you
was such an impossible feat
Your smile, your laughter an infectious treat
The moment you took my hands in prayer
I knew you were unlike anyone else…so rare
I felt blessed to know you
I've never felt an intimacy, a closer bond
with anyone, like I felt with you
Heads bowed, touching, praying together as one
I knew you were different when you wanted
to know my mind rather than my body
You listened to me, heard me, held me
held my dreams like they were your own
I miss talking to you for hours on end
I miss...my best friend
Your stories I could listen to endlessly
Your voice, the way you say my name
in dreams...still whispers to me
Sometimes the people I see
my mind plays tricks on me
Other times a song is all it takes
hiding tears behind a smile that's fake
Sometimes I find myself
with others, going places or doing things
and all I can think about is
what it'd be like if you were here with me
then there are the nights
when the hunger is so strong
I can hear that low, deep growl
and for your touch I long
I can still feel
my fingers running up and down your arms, so strong
I never wanted to leave them
I wanted to stay where I finally felt I belonged
I'll never forget the night when
the rays of the moon lit your face
I lay there on the bed just staring in awe
beauty radiating before me in that place
How could I've possibly forgotten...you
You pretend as though I didn't exist
You flipped me off, like I'm a switch
perhaps...all deservingly so
I just need you to know
I never stopped loving you
I will always and forever love you
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