Here I stand
With lips too clumsy to make sounds that create words,
that form sentences
that ask questions
like, "Would you like to grab a cup of coffee?"
So I stand
And silently offer you this box of conversation hearts.
Not because I think you have bad taste in candy,
but because I think you're pretty great
and I'm hoping that the rattle of the candy inside my box
can translate these words imprisoned in my head into ones
that are easily read
in small print
on tiny hearts
that we hold in our palms
and carry to our mouths
and swallow the way I swallow my words.
Cause if I set them free they may fly around your head
like butterflies made of lace and lead
like a little girl trying on her mother's high heeled shoes.
Awkward
Unsteady
I must look that way to you.
So I'm gonna smile and stand
With my candy in my hand
and hope that these hearts can break the ice.
I'm not asking for the rest of your life.
Just tonight.
The rest of the weekend might be nice.