Sitting by the window, writing down my thoughts,
Trying to explain this feeling inside.
Letters dancing at my fingertips,
Will they ever reach your eyes?
One page, then another,
Will I ever send them to you?
Paper hearts, words in ink,
Holding onto love I’ve yet to speak.
Even if they never find their way,
Still, I write them every day.
Between the pages, I hide away
Pieces of memories left untold.
Maybe one day, if you find them,
Would you finally understand?
One step closer, I want to try,
Could I gather the courage tonight?