dear mister,i was wondering about you tonight.
thinking if i was there, just right there.
and i just wanted to know.
but dear mister,
i was wrong, and wronged.
i thought it was nice to have that feeling again,
but i forgot the pain that comes along
with it.
dear mister,
i wished my heart could speak,
because it's been making alot of noise.
and it's kicking a fuss right there.
but dear mister,
hearts dont speak.
at least that's what mummy told me.
she said hearts could only say things
that others can't hear.
dear mister,
i wonder why?
i wonder why hearts couldn't speak.
i wonder why God made life so hard.
wouldn't it be easier if our hearts could
talk and express itself..
..on it's own?
but dear mister,
i guess God want us to be honest,
wants us to open up to the people we care for.
but it's so hard,
so very hard.
so dear mister,
im going to be very honest with you.
my heart said something,
but i dont dare tell you.
but dear mister,
i guess i have to let it out.
because it's been kept far too long,
and my heart is screaming for space..
it needs to breathe.
so thus, dear mister,
im saying this because my heart tells me to.
im saying this because i know i have to.
and im saying this because..
i missed you.
`Bee.
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