one day i will tell you,
all the things that i think.
If only you could see my point of view,
but there will always be a missing link.
that is you and i.
two hearts meant for one another.
but fear struck in the mind of both.
not letting the words fly out but being stuck in ones throat
nothing more but a fire from under,
creating any last hope into the valley of ashes,
for poor souls like us can be together but always apart.