The pit-pit-pat of the rain drumming on the roof
In perfect sync with the beat-boom-boom of my pounding heart
And my pen won't stop with its skrit-skrit-scratch
Writing down what I'm trying to hide inside
Easy to write and type
When It's hidden in plain sight
Three counts of silence
Three words I whisper
Before I fall into dreaming
Three words that strecth
From dream to dream
Three words repeated when
The morning yawns in
Three words echoed
In the chambers of my heart
Three words haunting my soul
Three words I'm longing
To let fall out
Three words
If I could only say
Out loud
And hand in hand
Standing in front of you
Three words in the pit-pit-pat
And beat-boom-boom
And skrit-skrit-scratch
Spelled out in poems
While dancing
Madly in my heart
And caught in
My throat
Leaving my breathless
Unable to speak
Three words