Acceptance

When you are not brave enough to confess, you are left to accept everything.

I am walking in the bay
Feeling the wind touching me.
It is as cold as a dead body,
And I laugh crazily.

As always I have been dreaming,
that there could be you and me.
Because doing that is the only thing
can make me happy

For long, I have been struggling:
either to keep the feelings all by myself
or should be brave enough
to confess everything.

But fear and what-ifs imprison me,
muting me from the words to say.
Now, I am accepting the impossibility
of having that you and me.