by Precious Velasco

Why do I often think about you?
Really, I don't have any clue.
I know I'd let you go;
But it doesn't seem to be true.

Why do I often text you?
Oh that I'm not suppose to do.
Expecting your call in every beep;
Even your simple messages I keep.

Why do I often wanna see you?
Catch a glimpse of your eyes that glow,
Share a smile and talk 'til night,
Listen to your songs that melt my heart.

Why, Oh really why?
Do I still love you like I used to do?
But why now when there's no chance left?
But to keep my love a secret.


Submission date : 2016-07-07
Last edit : 2016-07-08

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Latest comments

Celeste Silver at 2016-07-08

This is beautiful. Would you like to see my poems? Please rate them.

Precious Velasco at 2016-07-08

Thank you Celeste Silver. Sure, I'd love to read your works too. :)

Milly Hayward ( F C D ) at 2016-07-08

Often it is too late that we realise that the one we let go is the one. Lovely poem that depicts true emotion felt by many. Milly x

Precious Velasco at 2016-07-17

Thank you Milly. Heart-warming:)