Tell me,
How does one put thoughts into words?
How do you say exactly what you think
Without a fear for what comes afterwards?
And then blink,
Like its no big deal
Like your heart doesn't beat really fast
Like mine does,
Even though it'll never last.
...
If only I could
Say all the things I should
Then I will,
And leave you with the pill.
...
Teach me,
Assume all my thoughts are unclean
And you have all my attention
Is there a manual to follow?
Or words to borrow?
I need your instruction
'cause now I have a box
Full of things I wanna say
But always tomorrow, never today
I pray I'll be brave,
before I reach my grave.
...
If only I could
Say the things I really mean,
And **** the things that'll never be
And just be me?
...
Show me,
The expression of things in my heart
And how to stop this free-flow of shooting darts
And tell me I'm not mad
For as I lay here, it all seems hard
And now I'm sad
Please help me, I cry out
Please show me, I need a way out
...
If only I could
Share with you, matters of the heart
Then I will tell you what I should
That love for you fills this once empty heart.
...
If only I could,
I'd just say: I love you.
© 2018 Busola S. Kolade
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 11:37 PM UTC
Tell me,
How does one put thoughts into words?
How do you say exactly what you think
Without a fear for what comes afterwards?
And then blink,
Like its no big deal
Like your heart doesn't beat really fast
Like mine does,
Even though it'll never last.
...
If only I could
Say all the things I should
Then I will,
And leave you with the pill.
...
Teach me,
Assume all my thoughts are unclean
And you have all my attention
Is there a manual to follow?
Or words to borrow?
I need your instruction
'cause now I have a box
Full of things I wanna say
But always tomorrow, never today
I pray I'll be brave,
before I reach my grave.
...
If only I could
Say the things I really mean,
And **** the things that'll never be
And just be me?
...
Show me,
The expression of things in my heart
And how to stop this free-flow of shooting darts
And tell me I'm not mad
For as I lay here, it all seems hard
And now I'm sad
Please help me, I cry out
Please show me, I need a way out
...
If only I could
Share with you, matters of the heart
Then I will tell you what I should
That love for you fills this once empty heart.
...
If only I could,
I'd just say: I love you.
© 2018 Busola S. Kolade
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