You are the muse of my writings.
You are the Sun that gives light to every ink that marks on every page of that notebook I keep.

How can I give life to my words when you don’t trust me enough?
How can I prove to you that what I say and what I write are true when you don’t give me the chance to do so?

I am afraid, I am scared.
So I’ll continue hiding my feelings through my poetry.
When the time comes that we are both ready, I hope my words and actions will unite bringing along my hopeful heart.