Dear thief,
You stole my heart from me,
But I'm afraid of handing it over to you,
I fear for it's frail,
If words were like sand,
I'd make sure they overflow,
just like in the whitesand beach,
but my mouth fails me,
A lot is built up inside,
but how to let it out,
is where the trouble comes in,

If I told you I love you,
You will not believe it,
only because you've grown
up knowing that actions
should speak...