If only I had the syllables to confess,
My heart and soul to you.
A thousand words wouldn't be enough,
To expose myself unto you.
Never before had I been beguiled,
By something so extraordinary.
Like a ray of sunshine; bewildered by the light,
Longing to touch it's gentle warmth.
And it was like the world was one dim place,
Filled with pretension and evil,
Before I met you.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 4:26 AM UTC
If only I had the syllables to confess,
My heart and soul to you.
A thousand words wouldn't be enough,
To expose myself unto you.
Never before had I been beguiled,
By something so extraordinary.
Like a ray of sunshine; bewildered by the light,
Longing to touch it's gentle warmth.
And it was like the world was one dim place,
Filled with pretension and evil,
Before I met you.
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