First words

Crumbled papers,
of poems about you.

Written with words,
that will never come true.

Written in ink,
that will never fade away.

The hopeful words,
i wish i could say.

Hands still shaking,
as i continue to write.

Scribbled letters,
of black and white.

Eager to tell you,
how i feel.

Wishing i could prove,
my love is real.