Steam Train

How do I tell you all I need to say,
Do I start off slowly,
Or wait for another Day?
Do I set up the perfect setting,
Or do I keep "forgetting"?
Let me say it loud and clear
before the time passes.
Relax, sit back,
put on your rose tinted glasses.
Never one good with words,
I slowly pull my punches,
tearing at your heart extracting tiny bunches.
Dare I say it,
Yes it true
But somethings are best left unsaid,
Rather let them run around on the steam train in my head.