Dumb

 I don't have the words yet.

They'll come.

And then I'll talk to you.

But right now, no I can't.

Because there's no words to describe what's happened to me.

Words can't say what I'm feeling. And even if I try to say something, it sounds foolish.

It's better to remain quiet. 

Stuck

 "I'm not free".

"I wish you were".

Free

 It's better to be the person you are and want to be, rather than what others expect you to be. You may irritate a few, they won't like it, because you're not fitting in their convenient mould but the sooner you realise that your peace and happiness is paramount, you'll be free. 

Halfway

 "Just meet me half way?"

"I can't"

 When you can't trust them with your heart anymore.

Heart

 A symphony of stops and starts.

A beautiful beat.

A rhythmic art.

Telling a story of longings and aparts...

My beating heart.

My beating heart.

Fragrance

 I have him around me. His fragrance, his feel. 

His big strong arms holding me tight. 

My head on his chest. I can hear his heartbeat. Him holding me through the night.