What I Can't Say
Dear You,
I feel I can’t describe you
You might read this, too
And my writing feels too frou-frou
But my brain always feels like goo
When there are thoughts of you
I mean it too, I’d bend over backwards
And I’m definitely not that flexible!
If that shows the truth in my words
But my prose still seems negligible
I like your character
You have qualities so few exert
I say this in my most truthful register
I mean all my sayings in this layman's language concert
But I digress, I’m not a lunatic
It’s settled to that low burn from infatuation
I feel no nervous tick
From that trend I make my cessation
I know how you’ve felt, those time in the past
Being told by some foolish young soul
Whose feelings never last
Those weak emotions they have can take their toll
But I have to tell you, I’ve waited so long
Just so I can feel confident
In this silly song
And in my own content
I hope you like me
You’ve made such a great impact
I pray that you do not flee
I want this friendship to stay uncracked
I like you, this is true
I know you some, and I wish I knew more
These thoughts have stuck like glue
You are who this letter is for
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