Things I want to say, Things I couldn’t say. Because truly I’m afraid, That it will scare you away. Advertisements
That silhouette by the window, I passed by so many times. Her long golden hair flowing, In greeting the passers-by. At certain hours she’ll stare out, But she wasn’t truly looking then. As if there was a wall in front of her She would hold her stare dead.
I struggle with words. Often. A lot. Especially in times to comfort. Creating misconception. Misunderstandings. Frustrations. As I can’t get across. And you would think I thought wrong. But no. I just struggle with the words. To sum up feelings that’s not plain, To convey how I’ve once too felt the same. And then disappointments. […]