I wish it were easier
To reveal some things.
I keep them deep inside me
Scared of what they may wreak.
I’ve thought of different ways
To put out what I feel,
But I’m not sure if everyone
Would be on the same page.
All the mixed messages
You send me on the topic,
Make me go back and forth,
From telling and hiding.
To be psychic is the only answer.
While we joke we have the connection
We both know it’s not real,
But only I know how I feel.
Jul 18, 2011
Jul 18, 2011 at 7:22 PM UTC
I wish it were easier
To reveal some things.
I keep them deep inside me
Scared of what they may wreak.
I’ve thought of different ways
To put out what I feel,
But I’m not sure if everyone
Would be on the same page.
All the mixed messages
You send me on the topic,
Make me go back and forth,
From telling and hiding.
To be psychic is the only answer.
While we joke we have the connection
We both know it’s not real,
But only I know how I feel.