I Write Poetry

She'll Never Know


I am a coward but she'll never know
Because I’ll hide my secrets, I won't bestow
Upon her those feelings I know she'll hate.
I'll keep those feelings in limbo with fate

Like the ones when I’m scared to look in her eyes
for fear of my trespassing where devils daren't tread.
Or the ones where she stares back and sees all the lies
of things I’ve never done and words I’ve never said

Or the ones where I tell her "The World isn't real
How can it be if I cannot feel?
The World isn't numb; you're all just pretend,
Detached from a conscience that I cannot spend."

It confused me then, it confuses me more
When 'pretend' commitment walks through my front door
Through all these years I’ve seemed to withdraw
If you make life real then I can't ignore
In your company I can progress.

Now days seem so cold when she's not around
So glad am I! In her I have found
The rest of my life to spend in her glow.
She will Love me because she'll never know.

But who am I kidding? I have no right.
Secrets were made to hasten our plight.
One day, inevitably, when the truth calls
Down will come Love, Commitment and all.