I tried to describe how you make me feel.
Mostly when you kiss me.
How helpless, safe, and secure.
I really tried, but I couldn't explain it right.
And then I remembered
"A poet's finest words, are the ones he left unsaid."
Maybe they will come some day
And I'll fill the world with pride,
Because you're mine,
And I wanna show that.
Just not now.
I wanna love you first,
And I'll write later.
I feel like I focus so much on explaining feelings, that there is simply no room or time to actually feel. I can't explain them right anymore. Does that make sense?