My love, I miss you more than words can show,
each day apart feels like an ache I know.
I hold you close in thoughts I dare not speak,
for fear that every word might leave me weak.
I want to tell you all that stirs inside,
the tangled hopes, the doubts I try to hide.
But I’m afraid—so scared you’ll pull away
if my heart spills too much of what I need to say.
I’ve been here before, with words that went too far,
and watched us drift like faint and distant stars.
I’m terrified that if I dare too deep,
I’ll wake a storm, disturb the peace we keep.
Yet, oh, how I wish you’d hear it all,
the fears that rise, the dreams that fall.
If only my heart could speak, unafraid,
and trust that you’d still stay, unscathed.
But I pause and hold back, each time I start,
afraid of losing what’s left of your heart.
So I keep it quiet, a love disguised,
hoping you’ll feel what I’ve compromised.
My love, I miss you, in ways I can’t show,
and wish you could see the parts I don’t let go.
If it were easy, I’d bare it all true,
but I fear to lose what I’ve found in you.
Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 3:10 PM UTC
My love, I miss you more than words can show,
each day apart feels like an ache I know.
I hold you close in thoughts I dare not speak,
for fear that every word might leave me weak.
I want to tell you all that stirs inside,
the tangled hopes, the doubts I try to hide.
But I’m afraid—so scared you’ll pull away
if my heart spills too much of what I need to say.
I’ve been here before, with words that went too far,
and watched us drift like faint and distant stars.
I’m terrified that if I dare too deep,
I’ll wake a storm, disturb the peace we keep.
Yet, oh, how I wish you’d hear it all,
the fears that rise, the dreams that fall.
If only my heart could speak, unafraid,
and trust that you’d still stay, unscathed.
But I pause and hold back, each time I start,
afraid of losing what’s left of your heart.
So I keep it quiet, a love disguised,
hoping you’ll feel what I’ve compromised.
My love, I miss you, in ways I can’t show,
and wish you could see the parts I don’t let go.
If it were easy, I’d bare it all true,
but I fear to lose what I’ve found in you.
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