There are words I want to speak to you,
words I want to whisper against your chest
Cause baby, when you name lights up my phone I grin like crazy.
Boy, I can be that girl. Love me. Touch me. Hold me. Kiss me. Plan with me. Cook for me. Live with me. Run with me. Let's be forever.
But instead I just write words down in these pages,
in text messages with no recipitant,
in notes I tuck into my journal,
in lists of things that will never be said,
in my heart. I write you these letters in my heart, in my head. And cry tears that I will never have the courage to put them on paper for you to see.