I read what you've written.
Oh me, oh my, I got so frightened
By what I felt for you inside
And I couldn't help but cry
For me and for you, too.
If only, yes, if only you really knew
What and how I felt for you,
You wouldn't have written such a story;
If only you took the time and looked close at me
You'd have known that I really loved you
Anyway, how are you, where are you now?
I always wanted to reach you deep inside, but didn't know how.
Part of you was who I made you up to be;
The rest was the secret between you and the deep blue sea.
Between you and me are always words,
Too many words, but not enough understanding, no matter how you say
And a love for you that refused to go away.
wissai
August 3, 2013
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