I can spill my guts in paragraphs
& explain my love through prose
But to use the words from my tongue
Would leave me feeling exposed
I’d rather send an enveloped letter
With pages filled with confessions
Then be close enough to your eyes
& see your facial expressions
I’ll write about our private moments
With each story more detailed than the last
So that I may relive those moments on paper
Than come face to face with my past
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