If only I told you I loved you.
I might've been with you more often then alone.
Instead I'm sipping whiskey on the rocks.
Listening to the rain drops.
On my window sill.
Waiting till,
it all just stops.

I've been regretting it every day.
The words I couldn't say.
Thinking it could've gone either way.
Maybe it would've been better to have been rejected.
Then to be dejected
all these years,
with these fears.