Dear paper

I’m hoping the ink don’t run out

I have so many words to spill on you

First I would like to bring about that I thought of her again

…And again and again

I really don’t understand, …. why do I let her just stay a friend?

She means a lot to me

I love seeing her beautiful face, her beautiful lips

And shall I mention I love when her hands grip mines

It feels so right especially since she loves holding me tight

Wow why couldn’t I have the guts and take her out tonight

Dear paper I have even more thoughts to add on

Yep it’s still about her

Actually it’s about me and her

Every time I get close to her my tongue gets tied

My heart gets frozen; I’m so scared it seems like I’m deep under the ocean;

Trying to make a motion except in this scenario I’m trying to speak my mind, but my mouth won’t let me

Dear paper you can’t tell me I haven’t tried

I made her my valentine but I think she took it the same way as she did when we were children  

At that time I was still smitten

We were little kids just minding our business

So you can tell love was not a witness

Dear paper is it a crime to tell her I love her, I trust her; I don’t see anyone above her?

You know what I guess these are just thoughts

And I have to tell you paper,  it’s been a long run

Goodbye, time to throw you in the trash now