Love is just another address,

for these feelings and thoughts I had repressed.

But these feeling are far too vast.

Say no more,

we both know this goes.

Straight through the door.

Past the doors are empty rooms, filled with drawers collecting dust.

Inside these are feelinga so vast, vast but calm, vast but dead.

My mind is filled with empty rooms and emotions that I had thought I had redressed.

But all in all, I wish I had confessed.

Because my love for you I had repressed, wishing for it to go away.

Telling myself it wouldn't go right, redressing it as friendship.

But all in all, these feelings were too vast, because now it fills my empty rooms.