My Best Kept Secret (On Valentines Day)

My Best Kept Secret (On Valentines Day)

A Poem by PoeticFury
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the hearts of many.... my heart has been broken many times

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February 14 rather it is a different year or a different time. The same thing stays the same and that is the number.

Holding back the pain and tears while I try to enjoy the joy of others. Although the entire time I am screaming inside cause I can't do it out loud so I guess since I hold it all back you can just call me encmuber.

Though do I like?

Do I love?

Do I feel?

The answer to all these questions are yes, but no one seems to give me the chance to so I guess they rather have fake love.

Instead of giving chances to the real. Yes I said fake love.

Fake... Not cause I want to hate, but cause you can't just get with someone and say that you have love. If that was love we all would be doing it and living in one big world of love, and we know that is not the case.

If it was real love the slightest thing would not bug you if he or she huged a friend. As a result you would have no reason to be all in their face. IF you had love you would not shade so many tears.

If it was love you would be able to miss them without thinking that you miss them. Living and knowing the fact that you can live out your dreams and ignore your fears.

In this life I dream to have it, and as we speak though this day may not be mine I don't feel defeat. I do love someone or for that matter really like, but I will be honest I am saying it in code.

Till the time is right if you know who you are know that I am talking about you and till I know for sure this is my secrect that I have to keep.

Although know that I feel there is no one else like you. Its like a dream that I live and I am not even sleeping.

My body when around you it's so nevrous it's beating and my heart is where the true words come from and my heart is trying to breathe to find the words to say.

That is my best form of communication which is my heart when words come out of me that is the only thing that is truly speaking.

Hearing your name turns me blue. It makes me confess my all with a smile and if you were to wink at me that in itself will spell out how I feel about all and I would say it is so true.

So on this day in my mind I will wish that you were mine. Though you may not be who knows what the future holds. Knowing that maybe one day I can be next to you one day is all I need.

No matter if it is here on earth or in the afterlife that is how long I will stay strong till that day comes when I can say that this is the angel that has come from somewhere and her I will hold.

With my soul with her I will share.

To keep her away from the darkness and shadows with the last words that I will speak I always missed you though I did not know you, but I told you while I was looking and waiting for you I was not going anywhere.

So know that is does not take a day or some flowers to celebrate the miles and time on that bloody emotional path to get you.

It does not even take candy to call you sweet. Just knowing that you exist and knowing that you always have is the one thing that has always make me feel so good and that is so true.

Even though I said I would never tell you; You set me and my past free, and now that I know that there is good in this world in the form of you I hope you find love. Even though it may or may not be I or we.

"I can remember saying her"

I am glad that you are real and I just wanted to give a wish of a

Happy Valentines Day to you from the one who likes and loves you

Me.........

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© 2011 PoeticFury


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