My tears will roll one by one down my face
trying to ease the burn on my fingertips as I trace
the words over this folded letter, unsent;
I wrote for you, yet to have it read I never meant.
It is because I am selfish, it is because I am a coward,
I have a cavalcade of pretty words yet I cannot be forward
with how I truly feel; I embrace too much my fear
of being rejected. This letter will burden me for years.