July 29, 2008

• Hushed Affection

  Confessions,
  You know you love to hear them.
  I just wish you knew how I feel.
  But then again, I hope you don't.

  The moment I began my life here,
  I viewed life as sliding doors.
  Yours wide open and full of life,
  mine, shut as I admire you from a far.

  I would have opened my door,
  Yes, I would, for you.
  But no matter how much I tried,
  my heart was chained,
  my conscience told me not to.

  This cold winter day,
  We meet again.
  My door is still shut,
  But yours have changed.
  Still filled with life,
  yours has been shut.
  And unlike mine,
  warmth filled your side.

  I could just walk away,
  give up the hopes I had on us,
  stop watching you from the other end.
  But then again, I don't want to lose this memory,
  this confession, my hushed affection.

  *MyRa*

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