Weird poem that spawned in my brain during a English lesson. It's up to you who it is about. I, myself belives it is England's p.o.v. but is still quite uncertain of who he is talking too, though my guess it is America. I'll post this while I am working on one of my longer chaptered stories.
I will never tell you
You will never know
I will never say it out loud
You will never hear it
I will never whisper it even when I am alone
You will never catch me saying it by mistake
I will never mouth it against your warm skin
You will never fell it on my lips
I will never show it in my expressions
You will never read it from my face
I will never tell
You will never know
But still…
I can't keep it inside.
So I will write it down
On a slip of paper
That I enchant to be invisible
Untraceable
Unfindable
And then…
I will burrow it
In the sand by the river
And leave it there
And perhaps
The reed will grow there
And when the winds blow past
It will whisper my secret
I love you…
I love you…
I… love you…
It is I… it is me… and… I love you
…love you…
Should not… …but still do
Loveyouloveyouloveyou…
So much that it hurts…
And perhaps
One day
You and I will walk down to the river
And I will be nervous
Because I recognize the place
…And there does grow reed there…
And I will try to hurry past it
Swearing and muttering
And hiding
…the longing in my eyes…
…and the ache in my heart…
And you
You will be laughing
Like you always do
And when I try to drag you past the place
You will stop
Stubborn like you always are
And I will swear even more
You will only laugh…
…and call me adorable…
Like you always do
You will sit down
By the river
And drag me down with you
I will complain
…for a while…
Before I ask while acting exasperated
(but I am only acting)
Why must we stop here?
And you…
…with your hair like spun gold and blue, blue eyes…
Will turn your face against the sun
And close your eyes
And answer me
The wind here…
What!
I will stutter hiding my blush with anger
The wind here calls…
It sings and whispers something
Can't you hear?
And of course
I will deny it
Vehemently
But
You might
…just might…
See through me for once
Because I do hear
But you will never know
And I will act
Like I always do
And ask
What does it whisper?
And you
You
Will say
(I love you)
It whispers I love you
And I will know
Then
And there
That you have heard the wind
And those word
That I dared write
Just once
…
But
I…
I will laugh it of
Not say a word
Keep acting
Because I am not brave
Like you
…
…And then
The moment will pass
And we will walk on
And leave…
…The place by the river…
…Where the reed grows…
…And the wind whispers…
…My words
And
Hopefully…
You will forget
What you heard the wind whisper
Because you often forget things
At least I think so.
But
You never do what I think you will
Never as I expect
And next time
We are walking together
By the river
You stop…
At the same place…
Because you are you
Because you never really forgets
Those kinds of things
Not for real
Even though you might trick me into thinking you do
(and for some reason you always manage to trick me)
And again
We sit down
While I swear
And protests
And you
Smile
And the wind
The mischievous wind
It whispers
Those words
And for a moment we are silent
And you listen
While I…
Pray…
Pray that you don't recognize the voice…
…that the wind has stolen
To whisper those words…
And of course…
Nothing does happen
We will continue our walk…
By the riverside
…But…
We will return
…Again…
…And again…
…And again…
And each time
The place has grown more and fuller of life
And the wind sings stronger and stronger
And…
I know
That this place is growing…
Growing from my love
That I buried so that you would never find it.
And yet…
Here you are
Basking in it…
…Perhaps…
…or maybe not…
… well I will never know for sure
But…
…if I may be so bold to ask…
…here in my own mind…
Do you know?
Do you know why the wind whisper?
And perhaps…
(just perhaps)
…if I would dare to ask…
…out loud
You would say yes
And smile
That smile
For me
And then lean in
Past my acting…
…past my pretended anger
…and…
…past all excuses and protests
Just like that…
Leaning in and capturing me
Like you always seem to do
And then I would know…
Yes you know
Yes you recognized the voice
Yes
Yes
Yes
You feel the same
…
…
…
But…
…
It is just a perhaps…
A thrown out maybe…
A less than certain chance…
A dream…
But dreams are all I have…
In a world
Where I will never say it
And you will never know
And
I
Will
Write down
My words
On a slip of paper
And burrow it on the riverside
Where the reed grow.
There might be a second chapter if my stupid bunnies decides to go rabid in another lesson. I think it would be from America's p.o.v. if I do another part.