me, you

My hands are shaking, As I try to form the words. The ground is quaking As I try to dodge the swords. It is difficult to say, Oh how I wish to say, But my heart is breaking And I haven't even tried. My body is aching And oh, how I've cried. It is hard not to say, Oh how I wish to say, But I know you could never truly be mine. Your hands are small, As you strum the chords. The ground is calm As you lower my wards. It is easy to say, Oh how I wish to say, But your heart is hidden And I know not of your truth. Your body is forbidden Like the unholy fruit. It is wrong to say, Oh how I wish to say, The words that have already half-left my lips.