Why should you hide something from me?
I won't tell a soul, and certainly not three!
If you have a thing to say, i urge you to do so,
And not fill me of doubt and of sorrowful woe.
Go on, speak your mind, I judge none!
Besides, instead of listening to me, hadn't You rather get it done?
But if you insist that nothing shall be said,
Well, that's okay, the speech can be "dead".
If it "dies", however, it will never go away,
And its position will certainly not sway.
Your thought will haunt you for the rest of your life,
So why not say it, and leave out the strife?
I will not push you, i will not shove,
I'm just tyring to tell you of my love.
It could be plutonic, it could be true,
But that all depends on what lies in you.