I have been your friend,
for years I supported your dreams
believed in you, prayed for you,
helped and consoled you.
I was there when your Grandmother passed,
when you had problems in school, at home,
and in life.
I talked to you, encouraged you
when she returned your ring.
Although I've been there,
I feel like you don't know me
You've showed me secrets,
taught me love,
Yet this friendhsip remains in limbo.
I kept your thoughts, and feelings
but am to scared to share mine.
So afraid to show you who I am
I've been hurt, abused, and even died.
Yet I remain here for you
I want so badly to reveal myself to you.
But somehow I can't.
I don't know how.
I couldn't bear to let you see past the walls,
that baricade my soul,
to show you how vulnerable and weak I really am.
I hope one day
I can put aside the distrust, my suspicions,
and second guesses.
To display my inner beauty, thoughts dreams, and wishes.
I believe I am a rose,
I have not bloomed, kept myself sheltered, until
the frost and winter are over.
But I garuentee to you
when I finally do bloom
it shall be breathtaking,
and I pray you will be here to see, to watch,
to let you breath be taken away.
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