Concealed Feelings

Crumbled papers,

Of poems about you,

Written in words,

That will never come true.

Written in ink,

That will never fade away,

The hopeful words,

I wish I could say.

Hand still shaking,

As I continue to write,

Scribbled in letters,

Of black and white.

Eager to tell you,

How I feel,

Wishing I could prove,

My love is real.