The Unknown
You've looked at me; But you've never seen; The pain I have inside of me.
I've loved you since the day we met; But you've never noticed; I've tried to tell you that I love you; But you've never listened.
It's our senior year; But you still haven't noticed; I hope I'm finally going to get the nerve; To comfront you and let you know.
Today is the day, I just know it, I walked up to you; I say, "Hey you."
But you reply with a sigh; I say, "i want you to know"; But then you interupt with, "I love you."
The truth of the matter; Isn't that you never noticed me; It's that the whole time; You were trying to find a way to say it too.
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.