When words are left unspoken, I dedicate you in my poems.

Unsaid things.

Like the guitar strings you played with my heart,
Quite beautifully and well strummed.
I tried to approach you and play my part,
But I was swayed with the songs you hummed.
There are things that I want you to know,
But it is too difficult to me at times with the smile you show.
Maybe I should tell you about my feelings already,
But I am frightened by how your world might change with the things I want to say.
                                                                                                                                                                                                     
                                                                                               ~reen