I wanted to get you flowers today,
As you took a big step heading a new way,
But I didn’t.
Because I am afraid you would hate them,
Or maybe because I just shouldn’t,
So instead I kept my boundaries,
Saying the moon is pretty tonight,
Because in poems its a clear confession,
But you wouldn’t know that,
The little small braveries,
Small courage I pulled in your plain sight,
So instead I write my feelings down,
Hoping that one day you’d find them,
And knowing you were my love’s anthem