Long ago my lesson I learned,
From the last time my heart was crushed, broken, and burned.
Long ago I learned how to take a hint.
Yet this time I can’t force nor allow myself to quit.
Deep down I know it would be a futile gesture.
For I know that in her league, to nothing do I measure.
Though I know most likely that it will be torn apart.
Still I strive to show her what lives deep inside my heart.
Why even bother? Why even try?
To most, it just seems like I’m committing emotional suicide.
But see, I’ve been rejected, hurt, and brokenhearted before.
So where’s the harm in it happening to me once more?
I’d like to know if it could ever work out between her and me.
My instincts and others say no, but it would forever remain a mystery.
There’s only one way for me to ever truly come to know.
And that is to risk returning to the pain and suffering from long ago.
Keyon M. Smith
05/03/2003
What if I could tell you how I felt?
That just seeing and being around you makes my heart melt.
What if I could tell you how I feel?
About that dream and that kiss, how it felt so real.
What if my feelings for you I could confess?
That my heart and soul I’d give to you and nothing less.
What if you knew that I felt this way?
That I yearn more and more to tell you everyday.
Could I be yours?
Would you be mine?
That would be another “what if?”
for a different time.
Keyon M. Smith
03/12/2003
It’s funny the workings of some things.
Take this one for example, it all started in a dream.
However, this dream was different from all the rest.
This dream I still have yet to forget.
I remember everything that occurred as if it were real.
It was that dream which told me that for you, things I feel.
Feelings that have long been growing inside.
Feelings that no longer wish to be denied.
I wish I could just confess these emotions to you.
But some things are just easier to say than to do.
I should just suck it up and tell you all of these things.
But I can’t for fear that it’ll destroy that beautiful dream.
Keyon M. Smith
05/03/2003
Another day thinking just of you.
Thinking of what it would be like if my dreams came true.
Thinking of how happy we could really be.
Thinking of what we’d do just you and me.
Thinking what it would be like to hold your hand.
Thinking of walking by your side barefoot in the sand.
Thinking how it would be to lose myself in your eyes.
Thinking of telling you the feelings that I have inside.
Then I realize the cold hard truth.
That these dreams of mine today won’t come true.
So I decide that until and if they ever do.
I’ll spend another day thinking just of you.
Keyon M. Smith
06/01/2003
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