Poem: He will never know

This is a secret I will take to the grave.
Liking a man, I don’t even know his age.

His smile, I love that.
His touch, I want that.
His Kiss, I need that.

Sadly, he will never know…
A brown skin girl who is dying for them to be close.

“He’s coming!”

I’m tempted to tell him, but I have too much pride.
I hate rejection,
and this is a future rejection I know I can avoid.

He has no interest,

So what is the point?

Of pouring out my feelings in a cup with so many joints.

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