In writing, while knowing, the message will never get where it’s going
Freedom can be attained,
the freedom to spill it, till nothing remains,
Worked out in words, the feelings and fears,
even when spoken, no one seems to hear
knowing that she will never read this
Allows me to free all my little secrets,
But right now
The only secret I’m trying to keep,
Is she’s the reason
I can’t sleep,
She’s the one,
Stealing my dreams,
She’s the one,
Driving me insane,
Can’t help how I feel,
To me it is real,
Not saying it
Can’t change it
Doing nothing about it
Might
