It kinda seems like
all the poetries I wrote is for her
I don't know where to begin
I don't know where to start
how am I suppose to show?
or when do I even show it to her?
I wonder what
she'll think of it?
or how she'll react to it?
Should I show it?
or should I keep it?
I wish I could shout
and let the words come out
let the truth be told
and let the poetries unfold
I don't want to keep it all inside
I don't want to lie
It makes me sick till the stomach
I don't want to keep this a secret
till the day that I die
I've learned from my mistake
and all I've got is regret
it's time for me
to make my move
it's time for me
to tell her the truth
Come what may
even though the sky is gray
It's time for the sun
to show it's ray
I'll accept
whatever she says
even though my world
will be back to gray
