Struck with Silence.

Struck with silence for my feelings. 
Lost in doubt beneath it all. 
And I want to say just something, 
but I'm too scared to make the call. 
I've tried to keep my distance,
I have tried to keep my cool. 
But I am stuck here in this worry,
and the burden's rather cruel. 
I think back to when this started,
when I lost control of time. 
When your world became my oyster, 
and my poems never rhymed. 
I remember it was easy, how
the words would flow like water. 
I remember to be patient, 
if I don't things will get harder. 
I remember he would see me, 
like nothing mattered in the world. 
I just remember thinking, 
"I wouldn't let go, if I ever could"..
Although this makes life better, 
and my hands are free for now. 
As long as things go on like this,
I'd much rather keep things sound. 
It's hard for me to let the wall around me finally fall. 
It's hard for me to bring myself around to face it all. 
It's hard for me to hide my mind, to not speak my love to you. 
But while you're thinking about the truth, I'll be here thinking of you.