Impossible to tell how I feel
Yet I know that it is real
The way of how I am
The story if my life
My heart with a broken seal
Yet I know that it is real
How often I can’t express
Go and put me to the test
I’ll know not what to say
They fail me every time
The words mean less and less
They only make a mess
My heart holds much
It holds to it, as such
I want to say what I mean
It is as though I don’t
My heart’s strong clutch
My secrets no one will touch
Yet secrets are not what I desire
This feeling is burning like a fire
I know it is known and not
My heart does not fully tell
My heart: deceptive, a liar
I want to tell how much I admire
Admiration is not the extent
The love from my heart was not merely lent
The way I feel is never fully stated
I wish it could be read and known
I wish they were words in a letter sent
I wish you knew it will never be spent
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