don't

it's been long, far too long,
since i've let it wide open,
though it doesn't feel wrong,
i fear to become broken.

think of and only nought,
how i wish i could ask you such,
but i won't - i can not,
for i love you just too much.

you are as free as a bird,
with strong wings and vibrant,
for those who haven't heard
let it remain forever silent.

only one thing i implore:
make me not a fool of a man,
when i just left the floor
that held me when i ran.

life is as you paint it,
with the colors love should be,
but even if i can't admit:
think of and only me.