the way i feel

the way you make me feel inside
i cannot run
i cannot hide

i wish to tell you all i feel
but its hard for me to say whats real

so what am i thinking ?
what is on my mind ?
when i get ready to tell you
my tounge is in a bind

but when the pen is in my hand
and paper sits beside her
i think to write a little poem
and then my back gets lighter

i know you love me
and i love you for real
and i know that i need you
and thats how i feel

and i know that someday
we may be apart
and you know that that day
is going to break my heart

but no thinking of that yet
we should live for right now
and sometimes what im thinking
is why do you love me and how?

and sometimes i wonder
what your priorities are
but hear me out now
dont take this the wrong way or to far

but the reason we never argue
is because when i am mad
i burry it inside
and pretend to be glad

i do this cause im scared
mostly scared of loosing you
and if i ever lost you
i wouldnt know what to do

so i suck up petty arguments
and burry them inside
i push away the resentment
and take my mind off on a ride

but the times that weve have had
and the times that we will
and the times when we are
makes the world just stop still

so i love you more than life
and i want you to know
that i'm so afraid to tell you this
in the wastebin this poem goes