Conflicted

I keep thinking of so many thoughts
I would like to wash them away.
Like how the sea meets the shore
drifting things slowly astray.
I feel like I'm drowning yet still afloat.
But for how long...
Should I write you a note?
The beauty of you reminds me of the moon kissing the sea.
Should I tell you or keep it with me?
Would you accept the fact or would you react?
Time is slow but yet so fast,
maybe I would tell you at last!