Letters never sent

I like you
Like really like you

you're a flower

and even in an endless garden of flowers

I would always find you

since...


You are kind, funny, smart

truly good-looking
Inside out

you are witty,
you have a good heart

and you want what you know

You deserve a good man

And that's what I am

But maybe not the good man

although for a moment

I had faith I was

 

Now
I don't want to be good

I just want to be honest

 I don't want to fail

  don't want to wait too long

  don't want to come on
too strong

Please forgive me

I am without a doubt

in doubt

Please forgive me

I am statistically blind

or blinded (by you) to be exact

Please forgive me

I lost my bloody mind

I am mind-blown in fact

 

So you go out,
I hope you find your man

The man

A good man

and...

if in some mysterious way

I can convince you

that man is me

or within me

remember...

I'm waiting