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If only
by J. A. H.
Your beauty puts a sparkle in my eye and a spring in my step,
your presence warms my heart.
But like a rumble in the sky
and a bolt of lightning piercing my vulnerable esteem,
self doubt and worry say to myself, "I must lie."
My feelings have for long been supressed,
hidden far away to protect them from the realities of rejection,
whilst also denying any possibility of true happiness.
From supression comes depression,
it's a natural regression,
the foundation of a nasty disease.
Triggered by the presumption of unrequited love,
it's brought me to my knees.
If only I had the courage to match the passion
which is barely contained by the chronic fear
of a broken heart and a shattered ego.
If only I could say these words to you,
and let my feelings show.
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