Not Yet
These words I rest on the clouds
So when I’m ready to tell them to you
They come down with wind
Softly blowing behind your ear
Enough that it feels like a whisper
I hope you love it
Because the things I crave to tell you are immense
I try to hold them though they leak onto these pages
I hope you feel them
But like when you can’t tell if it’s raining or not
Because I dream of having your attention
Just so I can be present with you.
Nothing would matter around
Except this moment
Which I would hope would never end
To feel the warmth between us without even touching
Just from each one your words coddling me
Making this seem so infinite
The laughs we have shared I keep in the front of my mind
So I never forget
My favorite moments have always seemed include you
I wouldn’t want that any other way
The things I want to tell you
Are not yet for me to say.
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