He bleed words into papers, 

Emotions into souls

From his loudest cheers to her deepest cries.

The girl hiding in the folded corner told him not to lie

With his blue-Ink splashing

here and there

She took his pen as hers

And kissed his blue-stained fingers goodbye.

Because he had written a thousand stories of them

Lips locking, hands holding, love making, heart syncing,

Together forever,

But yet he never showed her love once,

outside of pages.

Explanation: Sometimes we often wait for the other person to make a move, while secretly write up stories in our head hoping for them to come true. But wouldn't it be better if we just make the move? That person might not feel the same, but its better than having him\her to be the one who got away.