My real name

I can’t find the time to tell you

-there were moments that I want all to myself,

so many moments that could fill a book ,

and I never lied to you-

but I couldn’t tell your beauty

because my love came from caring and I cared so much for you

maybe your wrong,

but I can’t find the time to tell you,

and now the time has come,

time, was, is and now

I can’t find the time to tell you,

my letters are just thrown together,

I just want you to know,

because I want to know,

and its a strange condition-

but I wanted to know

if you knew what I was writing,

because now I have a strange condition

forgetting,