This pen does not write the words I want you to hear
My hand sits funny on the paper
The words do not look the same
Fingers are cramping, and the mental block stays
Trying to retain the words I once had for you
They just don't come out
Tears fall on the paper
As it is hard for me to say
That all I want is you, but how do I say this face to face?
I stutter and stammer over these words when I think
How can I portray them to you?
Do you feel the same?
Are we meant to be?
You look at me and I stare back
Well I guess we will see
