Dying words of a poet

~4~

When I see you in the morning, it brightens up my day. There are so many thoughts on my mind, so many words I want to say. I want to tell you how I feel but the words I can not find, they're all mixed up with my thoughts that are running through my mind. I've been keeping it locked up because I know there's not a chance, you never look my way you don't even take a glance. You don't even know you're doing this, toying with my heart. I wish I could just tell you, but I don't know where to start. Should I tell you how much you mean to me? Or how bad I want to be with you? If I were to say these things how would you react, what would you do? Would you never talk to me again, would you never look my way? That would just bring me back to where I am today. Then I'd start all over and choose a different route, to make you understand my feelings that want out. I don't know what to do or even how to say, maybe I should lock it up and keep myself away. My heart would ache even more but maybe for the good, I just really want to tell you. Only if I could.