My secret

Poems
I want to text you. I do not want to call.

I only want to text you

I do not want to call

My fear of your thoughts

is a big cold wall

I do not wish to hurt you

With the pain inside

If I lay dead on the ground

I will at least have tried

I don’t blame you for the fact

That you don’t understand

It’s a mystical state of mind

And there’s no manual at hand

It’s not that I don’t love you

Believe me, I do

No it is that I am scared

That you’d love me too

I want to text you

I do not want to call

My tears will be my secret

You will know nothing at all

– Lena

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