Trying to find the right words
Is a lot like walking on glass,
No matter how long you keep going
Nothing quite feels right.
I want to rip out all the little shards
And pile them up in an attempt
To prove to you my intent.
Maybe my trickling blood
Would paint a prettier picture
Than my words currently present.
Is that what love sounds like?
I don't think there's a set frequency
That one could properly understand.
That's what I'm saying.
No matter what I say
It will never truly represent
What you mean to me.
I'm at a loss of words;
You have me playing with toys.