About how the writer felt after confessing her feelings to her loved one.



He sounded so tired

Over the phone last night

My heart went out to him

My insides were struggling in a fight

Should I tell him?

I went out to see

His weathered face

And yet he seems

Afraid of me

I feel broken

And unaware

Of his stare

It is indeed sad

But there’s no room

For regret now

I should be glad

He was grateful somehow

Because I love him.

Written last September 30, 2007

By: Anne Metal

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