Every time you walk into the room,
My heart skips a beat,
I try to play it cool,
But inside, I\u2019m a mess of emotions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You talk, and I listen,
Hanging on every word,
You laugh, and it\u2019s like music,
A melody I wish I could hold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But you have no idea,
No clue how I feel,
You see me as a friend,
But I\u2019m caught in something real.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I watch you from afar,
Afraid to let it show,
Because what if you don\u2019t feel the same?
What if I have to let you go?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I memorize your smile,
The way your eyes light up,
And I wonder what it would be like,
To be the one who makes you happy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I hold onto these moments,
When it\u2019s just us two,
And I wish I could tell you,
How much I care for you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But fear keeps me silent,
Locked in this secret,
So I stay in the shadows,
Loving you in quiet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maybe one day, I\u2019ll find the courage,
To speak what\u2019s in my heart,
But for now, I\u2019ll keep dreaming,
Of a love that has yet to start.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because even if you never know,
And we stay just as we are,
I\u2019ll always cherish these feelings,
As a precious, unspoken star.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Walking Shadow Poetry Kenya.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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