Silent words that I hide,
afraid to tell you how I feel.
Keeping everything bottled up,
not allowing my heart what it needs and longs to feel.

As I lay upon your bed,
your pillow is beneath my head.
I drift off to perhaps see you in my dreams,
or perhaps dreaming of the things I wish you could say.

Sometimes I think nothing good ever stays the same.
No love could ever relinquish its strength.
Good or bad it changes with time,
floats away with a gentle breeze.

Why so distant, yet still here?
Why the silence, when silence is not what you feel?
Open up, no more hidden words.
Look at me and tell me you love me.
Tell my heart what you feel.
Or free me from those silent words and wicked spell.

I beg of you my love,
tell me what your heart longs to tell...