what do you know
about who I am
when you're deep inside my body
or holding my hand
and what do you know
about what I'm feeling
when you're staring at my eyes
do you know how much I love you
i'm finding it very hard to hide
if you could hear my thoughts
or ******* passion
you'd know that you're fastened to my ribs
can you tell by my reaction?
i'm not asking for an answer
i'm not asking for a breath
I'm begging silently on paper
that you trust what's in your chest