Jan 1
Silent echoes of unspoken words reverberate within my head, a symphony of sentiments confined to the chambers of my heart.
In the garden of emotions, my love blossoms like a delicate flower, yet the petals remain veiled in the shadows of secrecy.
A broken heart weaves a tapestry of unspoken longing, each thread a whisper of the words I dare not utter to her.
In the quiet corridors of my soul, the weight of unshared feelings casts a poignant shadow,
a silent requiem for a love unspoken.
In the garden of emotions, my love blossoms like a delicate flower, yet the petals remain veiled in the shadows of secrecy.
A broken heart weaves a tapestry of unspoken longing, each thread a whisper of the words I dare not utter to her.
In the quiet corridors of my soul, the weight of unshared feelings casts a poignant shadow,
a silent requiem for a love unspoken.
I live to be with her, to love her but she is another’s. & I never hold her, kiss her or be able to declare my love for her. To do so would mean a certain end of our friendship & that would be unbearable.
(71/M/Lichfield UK)
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