I was told too young, it isn’t truly real
You’re only 13, it’s impossible to feel

Never really saying, even as a dare
Especially if you were standing right there

Trying to get you to like me
Though I deny it, through me you can see

I guess I’ll tell you later in life
Until then, with the truth I will strife

Writing some poems, or even a song
Think about telling the truth, though not for long

Thinking about you every day
Always too afraid to respond to your “hey”

Thinking about you before I go to bed
In the morning, thoughts of you race through my head

If I find enough courage, you still wouldn’t know
How much I truly adore you so

In the end I’ll confess it true
The real truth is … I love you
 
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