As I write these words I feel like I'm talking to you.
I should be speaking, but rather I'm writing.
As I look at the paper I ask myself
Do I really know these words?
Or are they my hidden feelings that are talking for me?
If I could only know what you are feeling,
I would know how to explain myself to you,
To show you what you heart always truly meant to me.
But will this be enough for you?
What exactly does a letter means to you?
Just a bunch of words and exclamations
With no real meaning at all?
Or is it the reflection of my hidden feelings,
The other side of the coin that you never knew.
These feelings that I can only explain in words,
Because if I talk to you, every time that I said a word,
Every time that I take a breath,
I would look into your eyes,
And my whole body would feel empty and hopeless.
So I want you to understand,
That as I write these words, I am talking to you.