My tears are dripping on these pages;

Creating little ink cages;

These poems take up too much time;

Why do they always seem to rhyme?

No matter how much I write;

I can never get the words quite right;

I can never say what I’m trying to say;

And one day I’ll be forced to pay.

I don’t know how to say the words inside my mind;

It feels as if I’m going blind;

These poems are not enough;

I’m a torch waiting to be snuffed.

I don’t know how to say the words inside my heart;

My silence is tearing me apart;

How do I say what I’m trying to say;

Without scaring him away?

I don’t know how to say the thoughts inside my head;

When I’d rather talk to him instead;

He brings a smile to my face;

And he has his very own kind of grace.

Just like that, he’s stuck in my brain;

I only seem to cause him pain;

Now my tears are running faster;

Sticking to this page like plaster.

I open my mouth and I try to speak;

But I always give up because I’m weak;

This isn’t how it has to be;

But how do I tell him he means the world to me?