I Know

I know,

That the feeling is there.

But why, oh why,

I couldn't trust your eyes.

Because everytime I talk to you,

You seem to look at others.

Not straight at me,

Not straight in the eyes.

I couldn't trust you,

and that's just the thing.

It's been holding back

my heart from you,

And you don't know 

how it feels.

That feeling is there, 

I'm sure,

We both can feel it.

But it's the best that it stays there.

Unspoken.

Stagnant. 

-DZ-

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Jimmy Yetts]

Willing to settle for "Unspoken" and "Stagnant" indicates to me there really wasn't anything there, in the first place--or, at least, enough there. Which may be what you're ultimately saying, Deena.
Nice little poem--heartfelt and effective.