Could it be that I am running out of words to say?
But I need to keep writing; I need for you to stay.
If ever my words make you feel dismay,
Forgive me. I was just trying to make your day.

To be able to put my thoughts in ink,
To be able to type in just a blink.
To be able to share feelings without wanting to shrink,
Is all I ever wanted..all I can ever think.

It's not like me to open up myself.
To anyone..everyone like a book on a shelf.
But for you my locks I'm willing to break,
So please embrace all the poems I make.