At a time at which I cannot say, I believe it was real. My heart felt that 4 letter word that carries the weight of the moon and stars and how you will forever feel. Of course, I may have dragged it with me for too long, But beneath the dirt of the hidden treasure I know that what I felt won't be wrong. I'm not good at expressing myself, So I fall upon my pages of useless scribbles. But I've been through enough to scar, And to say I've been permanently marked is not far, So I sit in my car, And ponder at night... Would you still like me? Would you ever feel more for me? Should I say something after all this time to relieve the weight on me? Or should I keep you away from me?