To be honest,
I am terrified of this feeling
so when I look at you, your eyes bright
no words come out.

You are able to create things from it
the little songs written on the tip of your tongue
and though guilt burdens me so
my voice is like a ghost, evading and chasing in the dark.

How on Earth did you fall for me, anyway,
if I could never say how I truly feel?
I may as well be a mute
for all that I say.

Maybe my words will come one day
in the darkness of some cold night
and I will sing my odes to you
in complete and utter honesty.

But, for now, I will use what I can
my eyes wide and heart full
so, that, when they do come one day
my heart will be ready.