I wish i had a piano
i would write you a song,
i would sing you with my words
i would fall so deeply in those letters
and syllables i would not be able to
speak
only sing
only breathlessly speak with a hum
atuned to a monologue
that tells you - i like you

I would speak a moment in a word
and not be able to look at you
my eyes would not meet yours
mine eyes lest display my
true feelings
and this isn't no ordinary poem
nor ramblings words of a sonnet once missed
its merely a telling of what i cannot say
to your face

I wish i had that voice that
meant something
where i could tell you
that i have this wanting of you
to know you more
just that
nothing more
nothing less
because the sunshine always comes out
eventually
no matter where you are