POETRY

TOO

TOO

I've never been able to say them

They never rolled easily out of my mouth

Felt like hard rocks on my tounge.

The three little words were rough

Hard to swallow and tough

Always made me run

Because I've never had ones.

Taste like salt or paper most of the times

Never been the one to like

And I've always been busy with ryhmes.

They burn a lot, these words

Scratching hard at my throat

And never were the ones I want to say

I'd rather show you any day.

But thats the thing about pain

It always mixes love with hurt

Blurs the lines and makes you yearn.

The three little words I'm so afraid to say

They're rough and hard but you should stay

Listen – I love you.