This is a secret I will take to the grave.
Liking a man, I don’t even know his age.
His smile, I love that.
His touch, I want that.
His Kiss, I need that.
Sadly, he will never know…
A brown skin girl who is dying for them to be close.
I’m tempted to tell him, but I have too much pride.
I hate rejection,
and this is a future rejection I know I can avoid.
He has no interest,
So what is the point?
Of pouring out my feelings in a cup with so many joints.