Hidden words,
thoughts,
ideas.
I can't keep them from you.
They burn me when I do,
I'm just itching to tell you everything
and you know I always will.
My knowledge of you is great,
but your knowledge of me is greater.
I wish to know more of you.
You know this,
you've been slowly
telling me the little things.
I'm loving every second of it.
I wish to know you all,
for the greater the amount I know,
the more I have to love and accept.