If you could only hear the words unsaid,
Or see the things not shown,
Then you could have known my heart.
For there I store the unseen.
If only you could be telepathic,
You could have known my intentions,
Or imagine my thoughts.
For I have a lot to say to you,
I have a lot to show you.
But I'm only an artist ,
And all my drawings you misinterpret.
How I wish I could be good with words.
For then you could see me.