A little something I write every now and then.

Confess



I have always wanted to confess.

Confess something to cold for your ears.

But these words which you want to hear with all your might can not, may not, will not, come out.

Oh my, these words these words are tearing me up inside

if only I can tell someone, someone who feels the same.

Are you that someone?

Can you help me find that someone?

Words, these words how can one like me say them?

But these words they are lovely.

But these words may kill you.

If only... if only you.

You....

These words, these words I just wish I could just say them like it was nothing,

But nothing is nothing and something is something

The words are you... everything, you.

The words are I love you.