I think of anything to say to you, anything to show you what you mean to me. and my thoughts come out jumbled, sounding empty and thoughtless. The meaning is in my head, but it's sometimes harder to express yourself through an empty page. It stares you in the eyes and waits to eat your words, as you search for anything in the back of your mind to continue the rhyme without sounding dull. Something that will make sense. And end knowing i haven't fulfilled my journey. With the thoughts that someday I will let you see, how much you really mean to me.
