There are words left unspoken,
there are thoughts left untold.
Whether to keep it all quiet again,
or shout the words and be bold.
I'm tired of the back and forth,
I'm tired of not knowing.
For all the love is felt inside,
and yet rarely is it showing.
My silence does not mean a thing,
because I miss you all the same.
But I am wearing down now,
and I cannot play this game.
Be with me or walk away,
and never again return.
For I have felt the pain of loss,
and pleasure of loves burn.