My Dearest Friend,

Once again it has reached the point

That I have to swallow the lump in my throat

Just to find my voice.

My thoughts are so scattered

I don't know where to start

Perhaps it would be best to speak from the heart.

Oh, it's so wonderfully complicated

These things I hold inside,

The longings I torture myself with as the days go by.

I know how I feel,

This much is true

But I can never seem to convey my hearts message to you.

I stutter and I falter

And I make such a terrible mess

The hesitant words that come from my mouth make little sense

As I over-analyze each and every thought in my head

And dread the outcome from the words I've never said.

Scared?

Perhaps I am

It is not everyday that I fall in love with a girl

Who could never be more than just a friend.