i don't have ink. so i wrote here.
i don't have book. so i wrote here.
i don't have reason. so i wrote here.
Whenever I try to talk to you,
I walk away
I’m afraid you might hate me for what I’m going to say
I didn’t want that.
Whenever I want to talk to you,
Words seem to fail me
They wont go out as I planned
Did they knew I would be wrong?
Whenever I wish I could talk to you
I saw the beauty
I saw the perfection
I saw the smooth flow
I saw you agreeing
I saw you smiling
I saw you crying
I saw you believing
I saw you accepting me
I saw you and me
Perhaps I should start talking.
Should I?