those who hide

May 8, 2014

The things I have never said.

Oh how I feel for him.

I know it takes time.

I want to show him what's inside.

We don't talk like before.

Oh how my heart yearns for it.

Never will I hear those words.

I will be glad I can be myself with him.

I am relieved in my own skin.

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