• George:

    We are good friends there is no doubt
    But this is what I'm thinking about
    I adore his face, his hair, his voice, and his eyes
    And I love everything else that lies inside
    I act like we’re just friends even though I think
    something more
    Cause when I look at him or text him at home,
    I know he is the one that I adore
    But my heart lies broken inside of me
    Knowing that I should give up cause these
    this love is impossible to possibly be
    For everyone knows and everyone sees
    That he is 3 grades higher than me
    But a fire inside still burns strong
    Knowing that this might last yearlong
    Should I tell him to his face, by text or email?
    But what if it’s wrong, what if I fail?
    Fail to tell him my exact feeling
    What if he ends up just rofl-ing
    I admit I am scared, but this needs to be done
    But what if I wish to go back on my action?
    I go ahead in text him, but he already figured
    it out
    Cause someone named Isa let the secret slip out
    She didn’t really tell him it was more his own
    guess
    But when he told me what he thought I decided
    to confess
    The one I admire now knows my secret
    But I would not go back cause I do not regret
    It is right for him to know and things would
    not be the same
    Things would not be the same if he didn’t know
    about this flame
    The flame that burns lighting up my bottle of hope
    I bottle of hope that is connected by an imaginary rope
    A rope made of compassion and love
    It connects to the vase of dreams up above
    The hope travel through this imaginary line
    To transform into a dream, a powerful dream that
    is one of a kind
    For many say that one cannot live without a
    passionate dream
    And this one, this dream, it is the one for me
    I hope that this poem doesn’t make things weird
    between you and I
    But I needed to tell u the feelings I feel down inside