WASTE CANS

Thousands of times
Over and over again
Expressing his heart and mind
Staying out of the summer rain

Writing his feelings over and over
He Loves You, once again
Constantly, writing how he loves her
Thinking of her eases his hardest pains

Something stings his hands
He loves her so much
Yet, these letters end up in waste cans
Cause, they can't feel her soft touch

A letter is not the answer
To face her in open heart
But shyness is his cancer
Shyness is tearing him apart

So when he faced her
She softly takes his hands
His cancer no longer hurts
Thank Love, for waste cans.