Posted in Love, Poetry

CONFESSION

I’m surprised when i arise
I have a letter from a guy
I hurriedly get up without a sigh
And read the letter like a butterfly.
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I’m happy to know that he loves me
Because he wanted to confess it personally
He doesn’t want to have it through letters
Coz’ it doesn’t come from the heart if it’s there.
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He prayed for it to have a guts to talk/tell me
The feeling that he’s hiding for a century
And now his prayer is answered with prosperity
And he’d gotten a courage to tell me that he loves me.

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