I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.
Our meeting was pretty ordinary
What follows was on the contrary.
We became friends due to circumstance,
Yet will never get a chance.
You are not as young as i
Though I feel I should try still.
No! it can’t work; age is just a number
Yet numbers always count in the end.
My feelings are weak for now
But I fear they may grow and tow
My heart, yet I would not dare act,
Unable to handle rejection from your care.
Ruining our friendship is no good
Feelings are hopefully just misunderstood.
Yet I still feel when you send a message
To my heart when all is bent.
Age is a horrible factor
For feelings that don’t matter.
Close friends we remain
For it will only cause me pain.
© 2019 Wendy Engela