There are things to say that I've left unsaid
Things that I've written that are left unread
There is no excuse for my silence each day
So here is what I have to say
I want to ask what your interests are
I want to tell you how beautiful you are
I want to know what your dislikes are
But most of all, I need to know who you are
I want to show you all of me
I want to show you what we could be
Oh my dearest, don't you see
That you are everything to me
I was once quite vibrant and not so dead
I write poetry that goes unread
I have philosophies I do not speak
It's not that I'm weak
But that I am meek
I'm sorry for my silence each day
I fear you'll hate what I say
Or think that I lie
Or question why
Speak I will
My mouth no longer still
I know you may think I don't want to
But with you, that's all I wish to do
