Here is something I might not ever say,
but something sitting in my mind everyday.
How could I have done it in so many ways?
And end up so tragic like Shakespearean play?

I might be a saint to tell that I love you,
When you aren't listening or taking the clue.
Lately I find myself huddled in rue
and regrets and shades of the color blue.

I think it was obvious in other things said,
in how you're the one making me not want dead.
I hoped you'd catch on when I'd say go ahead,
telling me of your worries before I lay in bed.

I loathe it now how I never told you straight
but now feel so rushed that my words are too late.
If I wasn't anyway, then that would be great;
but if I am, I don't think I can clean my slate.

I love you, I have and I always will.
It's too late to think that this feeling I'd ****.
I fear that to say so, I needed this skill--
I'm too **** adept and it's barely got thrill.

Strange how I need to voice this out in rhyme,
but not to you directly, I've left that sublime.
We've had so much minutes, hours and time,
I don't know if this can get any more prime.

When you just don't hear me, I told you the truth.
That my heart was yours forever; forsooth
and it's in our nature, to make errors of youth.
But we're ahead of our age, reality's sleuth.

Maybe you won't read this, I won't be surprised.
But for my sake I've written, and gone undisguised.
My sentiments for thee have been compromised.
Once more I could love you before my demise.

Both my heart and my mind,
are so confused
you've drawn them both into this complicated ruse.

Both you and I,
can feel the same tension
yet in these emotions, you're all i can mention.

Love, hurt, grieve repeat.
Please let me have some room to breath.
Im dying from all of this repetition
my emotions are collapsing
pushing my thoughts of love into submission.

I write what i feel, and feel what i write.
but in writing, i can't express this confusion
nor fright.
Fright of the same, fright of rejection.
Im afraid, that you could be a teacher.
With heartbreak, as your lesson.

Are you sincere,
or are you just fishing ?
Fishing for another lovesick boy to invest in.
I swear im not easy,
I swear i am true.
But for some reason,
some unknown reason.
I can easily fall, for you.

Sailing on a dream filled boat
where will it stop
where will it float
as it takes me
sailing peacefully.
Wishful thinking
on empty tides
as my dreams float
throughout the night
what could this be
floating on empty dreams.
With every wave
I hear a tune
a heartfelt song
under a bright full moon
as I drift away
not much left to say.
Dreams
sailing along
singing my song
my song of life.
By day
I drift away
and there I stay
until it's night.
And then
it shall all start again
another dream to begin
another journey through the tides.