Things left unsaid

A Poem by CF Crous

First crush...

I solemnly swear this comes from my heart.
I am your best friend behind a veil of sorrow.
Spoken words ravished in a trough.
I wanted to be perfect
innocence is such a runt.
Feelings were scorned,
in pencil marks adorned.
There were nights, I could hold you tight,
and look at the stars through the night.
Love is just a word,
Unlike a stringy chord.
Maybe I’m too sentimental,
too confidential,
too…me.
How attractive,
good-looking,
admirable,
beautiful,
stunning,
striking,
Lovely,
pure &
cute.

You are.

Saying this could come from anyone...
So I never did.
Jy was nog altyd besonders mooi vir my,
met meer betekenis as my sononder en son sak.

These words come out already dead,
too many things left unsaid.

These words were all I ever wanted to say,
coming from someone you never knew...