***A Poem***Rough Draft***
I wish I could tell you the secrets that lie in the depths of my heart.
I find it beating to answer a forbidden question.
Can I love him? Should I?
I shouldn’t.
I tell my heart to stop pounding at the sight of his face etched in shades of grey.
I tell my eyes to stop searching for his.
I tell my mind to think of others.
Other pursuits of happiness.
Why does it make me happy to hear his voice? To have conversations I only dreamed I could?
I know I need to stop.
I don’t want to.
I don’t want to feel guilty for these pursuits of personal happiness.
