in my head i've never said.
feelings in my heart no one's ever read.
do you want to know me? i do, but i can't for want of you.
this my legacy, this silent scream?
even if i talked it out loud, would i recognize my soul?
i walk and talk and act in a world that is slipping away from what I've
there is no time now for anything but my heart,
but i can't know it for want of you.
too old for this wanting of something before myself.
shouldn't i have learned more from this path i've lead?
for i feel i am less than what i knew before you.
must be somewhere in between the thoughts i've never said, and my heart's
feelings no one's ever read.
and now you.