If I Could Tell You

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When I see you in the morning
it brightens up my day
there are so many thoughts on my mind
so many words I want to say

I want to tell you how I feel
but the words I can not find
they're all mixed up with my thoughts
that are running through my mind

I've been keeping it locked up
because I know there's not a chance
you never look my way
you don't even take a glance

You don't even know you're doing this
toying with my heart
I wish I could just tell you
but I don't know where to start

Should I tell you how much you mean to me
or how bad I want to be with you
if I were to say these things
how would you react, what would you do

Would you never talk to me again
would you never look my way
that would just bring me back
to where I am today

Then I'd start all over
and choose a different route
to make you understand
my feelings that want out

I don't know what to do
or even how to say
maybe I should lock it up
and keep myself away

My heart would ache even more
but maybe for the good
I just really want to tell you
only if I could.

-Krystal

Other poetry

YEH ROVIEW AGAR HO BHI JAYE TO KYA

eh Document, Yeh Meetings, Yeh Features Ki Duniya,

Yeh Insaan Ke Dushman, Cursors Ki Duni

Tum chalo dagar pe,

Insan ki dagar par batcho ke,

Yr desh hai tumhara neta to tum ho kal ke,

Duniyan

Friendship
When we were idlers with the loitering rills,
The need of human love we little noted:
Our love

Missing...

I've hunted near, I've hunted far

I even looked inside my car.

I've lost my glass

It Is Gone

The way I used to smile,

and love our favorite song

The way it felt so right

Kuch baten hum se

Kuch Baatein Hum Se Suna Karo,

Kuch Baatein Hum Se Kiya Karo,

 

Mujh

I Am Trying

I know there's something great in me,

Something I struggle to find.

The days and

TUMHARI HAR EK BAAT NIRALI

Tum ho ek anmol angoothi

 

Ya phir uska koi nageena

 

T

If
If life were but a dream, my Love,
And death the waking time;
If day had not a beam, my Love,<

As Is Life

It's strange the things you remember

And the things you seem to forget.

It's a ja