The writing of the pen.
My thoughts about you.
They all come back
when i'm without you.
I'm trying to write down -
My sorrows, my fears,
that feeling i get inside,
and the weakness in the knees.

In some way i know you love me - i know you do.
Just not in the way that i love you.
My love for you, i must repress,
but i fear i'll never love someone else.