He Doesn’t Know

He doesn’t know I’ve rested my heart within him

Secretly placing it between lines of poetry.

Hoping he’ll call so I can hear his voice

While I tell him insignificant events.

He doesn’t know I wish he was mine

Have for the years I’ve known him,

Even while the sloth was drowning me.

He doesn’t know I love him

Even though I’ve said it many times.

 

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