Oh to be delicate.
ethereal and elegant.
mild, muted, and tender.
Oh to be a mystery.
A coy, perplexing symphony
of esoteric refrains.
If only I were strong enough
If I sang our song enough,
You would have remembered me.
If only I were eloquent
oh the letters I would have sent
to tell you of my love.
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This is beautiful and heartbreaking.
ReplyDeleteI feel like everyone who's ever known unrequited love can relate to this, to feeling helpless and longing just to be good enough.
I love it.