To You

I wrote 3 words To show you I miss you I wrote 3 more To let you know how I feel At the realisation Of competition I figured this letter Needs a distinction Padorn my insecurity These pages go up to twenty Dear, I don't know if am there yet Still I say it Hoping mutual It will soon be Hold your heart swallow your pride And let me take you Through a journey of hearts I didn't come riding a stallion Just my dirty feet Am no Prince Charming But Charming you will see Maybe I came a little hard on you But clarity is all I seek See, I've been feeling This way for ages Words boiling down my chest So nauseating Oh! What an ache Will you let me take you Or break