You are a piece in my story left untold
No words typed down on my pages
For the whole world to see
Because I'm afraid of the way
They might look at me differently
"What a foolish girl, right?"
They might say.
I do not want to permanently scratch you on my pages
Because you keep on making me lose the words I fell in love with
The words are probably written in your eyes
That's why I couldn't find them
How could I?
When I couldn't look at you eye to eye
I don't want to write you down because I know someday
You'll just be one of the pages I have to burn
And from that fire I will use
I will feel the warmth again when all I felt this entire time was the cold
