Poem: He will never know

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. “He’s coming!” 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. Continue reading Poem: He will never know