You and I both know, that words are my thing,
I'm like a warrior, and they're the weapons I bring.
But why then, can I not explain,
this notion I entertain?
How come I can't say, what you mean to me?
It should be a simple, a few words would make you see,
but there are none in my head, just the thought of you,
but you don't know that, and so I'm feeling blue.
I could've told her, with a single line,
but with a thousand poems, I couldn't make you mine.
Perhaps there is no way, to word the way I feel,
perhaps thats how I'll know, that this is really real.

But even if I had the words, I probably couldn't say.
It's not a like girl a like you, could love me anyway.