I wish I can tell you how I feel;

I even wish we could catch up over a meal;

But I pray day and night that all of  this is not real,

Because I fear that I will be used to strike a deal.

Living in dread, fear creeps through me;

I cry in anguish for the demons to let me be;

I wail sorrowfully that they should set me free;

But all of my pains you have refused to see.

Day by day, my flesh is torn by your fangs:

While I try to understand why you pierced my heart with many pangs;

Our eyes meet, and my heart beats and bangs,

But you prefer to look away while it hangs.

How can I be imprisoned by something so passionate?

For my heart burns with a passion I cannot resonate.

Why can't you embrace me before it's too late?

You won't even accept it as our fate.

I'm tired of living in pretence;

I'm tired of standing on the fence;

If my bold move you take as an offence,

Then let it be known that I made common sense.

I'm in a fierce battle with my heart,

And I'm fighting hard to be in charge;

While my heart wishes to go one way,

My head seems to be getting in its way.

Yes, I know, we are Best of Friends,

But my heart longs for more;

I want to pour it all out,

But my head preaches an inevitable doom.

What can I do to ease this pain?

How can I deliver myself from these demons?

I don't even know how you will feel;

Maybe I should just burn for you in silence.