UNSAID
It was on the tip of my tongue.
I was just about to say the things that come to mind
Whenever I think of you.
I almost said them.
But then I became afraid.
Afraid that you might laugh at me.
So, I didn't say anything.
I hated you for making me confront my own fear...
But only for a moment.
To let go.
To be the fool.
To feel the exhilaration of my flight to you.
It was on the tip of my tongue,
But it slid off the face of the world and was buried,
UNSAID.