...I Wish You Happiness.
I hate the caution that directs me.
I wish you knowledge of all my wrong.
I'm sorry that I am.
Curse these selfish feelings.
And curse myself for hiding.
I hate that I bring pain,
And clear confusion.
I wish that I could share myself.
Days before you came, no words were worthy.
You give meaning to sense, and always give entirely.
I'm sorry that I lied, so sorry that I hide.
I wish that you have greatness.
And this is why I'm selfish,
To share with you my thoughts.
I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,
But I think I may just love you.
~Written in 2004 (Monday, 23rd, June) when I was fifteen.
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