Tell Me (Letter from a Screaming Soul)

Don’t be afraid to tell me how you feel about me,
I will not emotionally molest you from the disbelief,
The mere action of one-step-forward to confess your feelings,
Is a model of bravery more than the act of telling me that indeed my friend is hot and you would…

Would yes,
Tell me what you see when my eyes gleam at yours,
Telepath the songs of your heart that put my face as the album art.
Tumble down the moods of your soul when all it needs is me and me alone,
Tell me what you see, when you see me.

Cooked up together in a recipe of me and you can only leave a sweet aroma,
In our presence, the air leaves no space for drama.
But let me know,
Is this all only a show.
You do things that my skin Mc Hammers,
Even though you still touch this, my skin jumps and dances at the rhythm of your breathe.
Your glistened eyes shine the stars of day and leave me with only one place to stay,
With you
Tell me do you see this in me.

I wave around and agitate against my bedroom walls,
Trying to break your Morse Code.
A finger on my neck rings that you know where I freeze,
A trail on my back bells that you know where I will paralyze.
A paraplegic to your touch,
I cannot move until your presence leaves the room cold.
But sadly I shiver because you are away, yet I walk because I await,
I am afraid to tell you how I feel about you.

I do not want to fall in the truth that could possibly pass me pain,
I do not want to remain in the unknown where the feel of constant falling is eternity roped on my heart.
So tell me what you see, how you feel,
Because my body responds too well.
But my mouth burdened by fear does not have much to tell.