Should I try, to say the words in my head? Write you a letter that will never be read? Should I share the way I feel? Only to watch it come crashing beneath your heel.
The words that we speak that come from our heart. These things are spoken of only in the dark. The things we feel, and want to share. If only we could ever dare.
If we take the chance, it might go great. Or perhaps blow up right in our face. That is the thing we fear the most. When of feelings we wish to boast.
These thoughts scream within our head. Begging to be spoken, nagging without rest. Yet we fear to share, are consumed with dread.
So instead we keep them in our mind. A place where none but us may find. Living out wishful fantasies, that will never turn to realities.
Because we could not bring ourselves to share. Could not ever even dare. To show how we feel, to show the way we really care. And it drives us down into despair

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