The Letters I Burned

My pleas

I missed all my chances

to tell you the truth

to say I love you

And I miss all those dances

that we used to do

listening to songs about 'I love you'

 

And I sit here and think,

maybe I should wait

and see if you say something after the day.

And I lie here and think

what what is you meant?

is that day something you dreamt?

 

Please, could someone tell me what I should do?

Or honey will you?

Because I don't know what you feel,

some days it feels hardly real;

you laugh you smile you say such sweet things

but sometimes it feel like those days were just dreams.

How do you see me? A n enemy? A friend? A sister? Or something more?

Whatever it is, I jst want you to know that you're all I adore.