If I ever told you,

would you cry,

would you hurt?

The world around us turns,

and every word you say burns.

It burns my soul to a crisp.

I asked one simple question,

If you liked me,

as much as I liked you.

Now I feel alone.

Dried up, beat up.

Bones.

I told you.

You said no.

I can't take back

And now my life can't get on track.

Feelings hurt. Souls are burnt.

And I should have held my silence.

For somethings are better left unsaid.

For those things.

They fill your heart with dread.