11/26/2021

I wish I could tell you how well you look like no other man can explain.
But the other men speak louder.
Leaving my voice to trail off once again.
I wish I can see you again.
And at this point it's more than saying those words.
I would be so happy to see you.
I wish that you believed me when I try to tell you how I feel.
It's real. Genuine.
What is it like to have your feelings believed?
If I couldn't talk and could only show you.
Would that make any difference?
Oh, If only you knew.