How can I say what goes on in my heart, when it only goes on in your head?
Why should I tell you how I feel about you, when you share those feelings with someone else?
If I ever told you, what would become of the friendship we share?
If I ever told her how I feel about you, would she turn on me?
I know that she knows to some extent, and I know that you know it, too. But since I never told you myself, how can I know what you thought in the first place?
I wish I can tell you. Why am I too shy? What will you think of me? Would you make me cry?
I can only wonder what might have been, if only I had said it. but I didn't and now I'm too scared. I fear that we won't be the same. Our friendship will end and I'll be all alone again.
Would you reject or would you draw near? The answer seems almost too much to handle. Maybe it's better that I never told you, maybe it's best that we aren't together.
But I want you to know that no matter what you may think of me, I will always be here waiting for you.
I wish I can tell you. Why am I too shy? What will you think of me? Would you make me cry?
I know you'll never read this for yourself, but it will still be here. Someday, maybe a long way down the road, I'll tell you and show you this poem. What will you think of me then? I can only sit and wonder.
