The Untold Story
In the corridors of yesterday, where whispers fade,
A shy girl stood, in silence she stayed.
Eyes cast down, yet her heart soared high,
For a boy who never asked her why.
He, the rebel, the court his stage,
A restless fire she could never cage.
She, the scholar, quiet and bright,
Watched from afar, hidden in the night.
Five years of glances, fleeting and rare,
An invisible bond only she’d dare.
The volleyball court, her secret place,
To see his joy, to study his face.
But silence lingered, a heavy chain,
Questions unanswered, love’s quiet pain.
Did he know? Did he care? She’ll never be sure,
Her feelings a puzzle, fragile and pure.
Now they meet in a different sphere,
Paths crossing, yet he feels so near.
She watches still, her heart concealed,
A love unspoken, a wound unhealed.
Perhaps he’s moved, with another in view,
Or perhaps he wonders, “Does she feel this too?”
But fear is a wall, high and unkind,
Leaving them trapped in their own mind.
Oh, untold story, will you remain,
A bittersweet ache, a beautiful pain?
Or will courage rise, and silence break,
To rewrite the path their hearts could take?
