Imprisoned

Some thoughts you just can’t tell
They place your heart in Heaven, others Hell
Can’t you see what you are to me?
My heart is trapped, while yours seems free

I always smiled when we would talk
Imagining your smile, gaze, also your walk
But when I finally saw these things
Each avoidance of me, a number of stings

What did I do right, or was wrong?
When I think of you now, it’s a sad song
I don’t know what to think, or do
My thoughts the past nights, only of you

This poem is not for hurt, nor pain
Wish your memories; be like summer’s rain
Know these words, they are true
Though you don’t love me, I still love you
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