Post Its (poem)

Post Its

Post it notes, stuck all over my wall,
Different words scribbled, upon them all.
Each one describing, to you how I feel,
Things I would never, tell you for real.

For every time, I felt the urge to spill,
The emotions I have, all that I feel,
I wrote them down, just to let them out.
Not wanting you, to know how I felt.

Hundreds of post its, stuck everywhere,
Saying how I love you, how much I care.
Had I said what I felt, maybe just one time,
Maybe then, you and I, would still be just fine.

Who could blame you, for going away?
I never gave you, any reason to stay.
Always keeping it light, with humor and prose,
Whenever we went down, a serious road.

Now I pull down, a few post its each day,
I look at the words, before I throw them away.
So simple, yet, I couldn't let you know,
Easier to stay silent, and just watch you go...

Thanks,
blend57

Beautiful poem Blend

Comfortably nice.

We always seem to go back . . to those times when . . we didn't dare say . . how we really felt.


Later on . . . at different times . . . we ask ourselves . . . why didn't I ?



We all know why . . then was then . . now is now.