You and I were a summer thunderstorm,
Tension building in the distance, then
Shattering in a crack of thunder.
Whirlwind of passion, we never could
Have lasted, but, like hell we tried. The
Storm lost its ferocity, and all that was left
Is the damage in its wake.

Those three little words that I need to say,
I hide them and keep them down inside of me,
And until I know that you feel the same way,
I'll show you the truth of those words every day.

butterflies and jitters
stutters and whispers

shaking and sweating
hesitating and forgetting

I* love you
with a heart
only for you
and you don't
say it back
maybe it's 'cause
you know
the true message
of this
is only seen
by yo*u