A Poem by Andre Peterson

I wish I could tell you how well you look like no other man can explain.
But the other men speak louder.
Leaving my voice to trail off once again.
I wish I can see you again.
And at this point it's more than saying those words.
I would be so happy to see you.
I wish that you believed me when I try to tell you how I feel.
It's real. Genuine.
What is it like to have your feelings believed?
If I couldn't talk and could only show you.
Would that make any difference?
Oh, If only you knew.

© 2021 Andre Peterson

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Added on November 27, 2021
Last Updated on November 27, 2021
Tags: Poetry, prose, dreams, growth, friendship, love, depression, journal