think of all those little things you never meant to say to me of all those things that matter most which never graced your precious lips moments wasted one-by-one on matters now that matter not every moment spent from you has drug my mind through endless halls: distant wishes one-by-one of seeing you again blackened tunnels, trains of thought rushing past at speeds unknown lighting avenues: of unforeseen, dreams of you that feel pristine jumbled, rumbled. my thoughts are troubled by things i never said to you of things i always meant to say but could never seem to find a way im sorting now through endless shelfs of jumbled thoughts formed by myself a mass of things were unforeseen: consequences never dreamed a pattern drawn from scattered wreck a single message warped and cracked my mind had twisted turned and swayed the only thought i could not fake a single thought one-thousand fold that every truth of you unrolled message felt locked deep inside multiplying every night, in a mental shell that filled up tight weighted down from truth untold i feel its time for you to know million scattered thoughts, turned into few, lead me to say that, i love you