It's an unspoken language.

 And an unsaid feeling where

Most people see their own

Actions are worth dealing.

A frightening phrase to be spoken-

If not reciprocated, 

Hearts would be broken

There’s never a right time just

A moment to find. 

Life’s a short time

Never hesitate.

When it’s meant, 

It'll be.

A scary topic worth avoiding to some.

But to me,

It should always be said

With very little 

Or enormous depth 

Should be used sparingly,

With only those who matter

Not to be splattered.

A raw emotion-

Too big to name on occasion. 

As far as who I am?
Does matter. There’s no use

For me. 

No use in speaking this language

That I feel no one will understand. 

Feeling much like a foreigner- 

Unwanted. Unliked. 

Though this language isn't spoken between strangers, 

Only those who mean it,

Only those who value it

Only those who love.

I’ve never spoken this language before,

Though it makes the world go round, 

It doesn’t make my world move at all. 

Stagnant in still and thick mud,

No use in trying to get out of it- 

Failure waits for me to try, 

Then comes with intent.