Your world, your love, Feels like no one, Else could understand your heart. Like how it’s been torn apart, And how you are reluctant to even start, To love again, To bear the pain, To utter the saying, ‘I love you.’ Your inmost feelings, You express better, Not with the tongue, But by line after line, Letter by letter. Although ink cannot speak, Your ink screams pretty loud, Saying things that we both know, Some relationships don’t allow. Maybe I’m one of the few that can actually hear, The piercing sound of your heart when it begins to tear. Not through the grapevine, From others I have not heard, But there was a time, When your emotions were mine. I know simply and only because of your words.