holding back

There are things that I wanted to tell you,
thoughts I have once buried deep
now can no longer be subdued
they are simply not mine to keep
and there are things you want to tell me
tucked in the small corner of your mind
I can sense within you a sea
of emotions and reason entwined

But somehow I got lost into translation
I kept my silence and you held yours
And I am left to wonder what if I took courage
what if I told you what I felt,
what I thought,
what I knew,
would I still be writing
all these metaphors of you?