I want to tell you all I am.
All the feelings I feel.
All the thoughts I think.
All the dreams I dream.
I want to tell you,
how much I love you.
But that is something,
you just can’t put into words.
I want to tell you all I am,
but at the same time,
I’d be telling you,
about you.
Because you are a part of me,
and so much more.
~*~ Jill ~*~
Great work! I can really relate to this. I mean, if I started telling mom what I was like, I'd be in deep trouble because it would eventually turn into a conversation about her. Good job on your poem!