Hot cup of coffee to warm my hands,
as I watched him
from my bedroom window
I loved the sound of rain,
the smell of dust withering away
He looked happy, I could tell
dimples never leaving his cheeks
I painfully gulped down the coffee
it tasted bitter, matching my emotions;
that could be me!
he looked at the lady with so much love
my best friend.
I didn’t have a chance, It was official
Holding my cup tightly as tears threatened to roll down.
Maybe time will close my heart
from the things I don’t want to feel.
Over To You …
What do you think about unrequited love?
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With Love, Jade.