Truth
For many months
He listened to her
Sad stories, mistakes she made
He took the time to care
And offer his shoulder
His hand.
She reached for it skeptically
But grabbed it none the less
She locked eyes with him
Smiled and said..
I love you I really do
Not just as a friend but more..
Then months and months go by
Then years and years pass too
A decade before he knew it..
Being too nice is how he blew it
Time can't heal all wounds.
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 5:15 PM UTC
Truth
For many months
He listened to her
Sad stories, mistakes she made
He took the time to care
And offer his shoulder
His hand.
She reached for it skeptically
But grabbed it none the less
She locked eyes with him
Smiled and said..
I love you I really do
Not just as a friend but more..
Then months and months go by
Then years and years pass too
A decade before he knew it..
Being too nice is how he blew it
Time can't heal all wounds.
How I feel today
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