you never knew

you never knew

you never knew that i loved you

i watched you make your every move

you never knew my heart was yours

i wrote you love letters every day

you never saw them, they were never sent

you passed me in the hallway at school

i melted into a puddle of awe and bliss

you never knew i dissolved this way

i went to the mall to smell your perfume

you never knew i loved the way you smelled

you never saw the image i had of you

i couldn't draw but i drew pictures of you everyday

you never knew i knew your face by heart

i memorized the way your lips curled into a smile

you never knew i loved your smile

you never knew i was so sad when went with him

i wished that was me by your side instead

you never knew how good i'd treat you

i saw him flirt with girls behind your back

you never knew how faithful i would be

you never knew i had a photo of you on my wall

i gazed at your yearbook photos for hours on end

you never knew i took a photo from your brother

i wished i is was in those photographs with you

you never knew i still dream of your face at night

❤ ❤ ❤

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Someone asked, "What would your life be without color?" I answered, "My life would be pallid and pale without color. Each day would be drab, dreary and dismal. There'd be no primary colors, no rainbows, no yellow sunshine, no red-blue-yellow sunsets and no white clouds. No white snow or black storm clouds. I'd walk in an indistinct and neutral existence. No green trees, no green grass, no blue seas, no blue skies, would leave me cheerless and dry. My face would not turn red with anger or embarrassment. My face would not turn white with fear or pain. I'd not grow green with envy. Nothing would be just black and white. My life would be full of motionless emotion, if there were no color. © 2013 ajwrites57 Image URI: http://mrg.bz/fwDYZp Image URI: http://mrg.bz/g6haeq By Hairysuncold Please find my other writings on Hub...

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old friends searched online for former friends surprised to see untimely ends friends, their spouses, moms and dads sad to see the deaths they had the inexorable tick and tock of time, leads us all to fields, sublime through twisting, turning hands of fate, soon we'll all be known as "late" years roll on, time is passed no one knows how long it lasts each life is counted out by days as friends we oft go separate ways friend's faces show the lines of age as each one turns his separate page fools fleeting time waits for no man eighty years our lives may span so count your days with special care for who knows how, who knows where our beating hearts will one day stop find old friends before they drop © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image adapted: By SDRandCo via morguefile.com

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