Confession From the Heart

Confessions from the heart

Sometimes when I sit here looking at the screen, thinking of words that I would want to say. Holding back secrets of the heart wondering if it is right to say, shell I tell? Shell I open up and pour my heart out to this stranger that gives me joy in my heart? OR shell I keep quite so I don't look like a fool?
Confessions from the heart,
Sometimes when I touch the keyboard, as my fingers touch the words I write one thing but want to write out something else, hoping that the words that was meant to write out was what he sees, instead writing out look it is love,.
Confessions of the heart,
Sometimes when I watch the blank screen, I see me in his arms hoping that, the day will come when we will see each other, hoping that he hears what my heart is saying though my thoughts, when I write out to him, this stranger that caught my heart,.
Confessions of the heart,
Sometimes when I lay down in my bed, as I look up at the ceiling, holding my covers and pillow wishing it was him that I was holding and wishing it was me that was laying next to him, but keeps quite because I don't want to seem like I am always dreaming,.
Confessions of the heart,
Sometimes when I hear my phone rings, as I pick it up hoping it was him on the other end telling me he is in front of my door, and when I look out I see him, excited that he really came to see me, but keeps quite because it is just the thoughts from the heart,.
Confessions of the heart,
Sometimes I want to tell that I have many dreams about him and me together, and that my heart is there all the way, wanting to say I love you all the time when I talk to him, but don't because I don't want to look like I am dreaming, so I keep quite and say it with my thoughts,.
Confessions from the heart..