What If- By Dolisha DeVonne

 

Never been the best at lucid expression,

So, I’ve developed this writing obsession,

Hoping you understand the love within,

The cursive strokes of my pen,

 

Yet I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t know,

In face to face encounters, I’d never show,

Hiding, because I’ve never dare told,

These hidden gems of my soul,

 

But I wish I were Bold.

Confident.

Sure.

I’d wish for one moment,

 

A one-on-one to explore.

No more hiding behind rhythmic lines,

No poetic jive,

No unintelligible babble, of nothing that matters.

 

But to say and be real,

In all sincerity how I feel,

And not one word will I forget,

And when I’m done, no regrets.

 

But I’ve been terrible from the start,

In separating my mind from my heart,

The only thing that would make me remotely brave,

Was if you agreed to meet me half way,

 

Until then, you’ll be stuck reading between mysterious lines,

And the concealed emotions I work so hard to hide,

Will leave us both wondering what was ever true,

And if you could’ve ever been feeling me too?