Decadence

Sometimes, I just want to say it. Tell them all, be done with it More reasons not to, I suppose And one selfish excuse to speak up. I'll save your humiliation Prevent you shying away,more, than you already have done I don't want this secret It possesses me more than I own it. Where are the words you spoke? Left to wither in decadence Written in sand at low tide too proud to be spoken aloud. Unlike mine. I'll speak mine crystal clear Loud enough for the Moon to hear I love you. And sometimes, I just want to say it.