Sometimes I don’t know if I say the right things.
If it’s the right thought,
If it’s the right response,
If it’s anything.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like,
If you could see my thoughts,
If you could hear my heart,
If you knew you touched my soul.
Sometimes I don’t write poems because I feel like,
If I did write you would be like,
You are way too soft.
But I write because it’s the only thing that makes me strong.
Thinking of you has made me from,
the fragile crumb,
to the whole cake,
I’m in a whole state.
Who knew this was the pastry that your love makes?
I write when you are asleep,
hoping each word will kiss your cheek.
Hoping each word will let you see,
How much you truly mean to me.