just a little bit of courage,
is all I wish I had;
instead of just sitting in the corner,
tapping a pen on my writing pad

so many unfinished letters,
lie under my my bed;
"oh those are just my assignment sheets"
is all I ever said

all the unsent texts,
pressing 'delete' a hundred times;
oh how many times I wished to ask you,
if I could call you mine

so many things,
that I wanted to say to you;
but everytime you looked at me,
my face would be covered in a red hue

if only love was easy,
maybe all this pain wouldn't have been withheld;
but even though I never told you,
my love for you is the realest thing I've ever felt


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