I wrote you a letter, I might never send it,
I put pen to paper, to share my soul,
But my words are trapped, in a deep dark hole.
This letter must go, for I must be heard,
Yet fear holds me back, and my courage blurred.

I scribbled and scratched, detailed my fall,
But my hand holds back where my heart told all.

I tried to write it, with all my heart,
But my hand was weak, it fell apart.
My words are heavy, my message true,
But my hand held back, what my heart knew.

I waxed poetic, I stretched the span,
The height, the depth, far as one can.
I told my love in a million ways,
But while my heart wants to go, my hand stays.

I'm torn in two, heart and hand in strife,
The battle rages, a raging turmoil....