There are so many, yet whenever I see you, I have nothing to say.
I prepare and prepare and prepare,
a speech well memorized,
ten seconds long.

So many songs that expose my feelings,
it's just a message away,
a little notification.

NO! The resilience, the effort to fight the potential happiness,
because I'm drown in a world of sadness,
and I'm used to the pain.

I'm used to the tears, late at night, when the hope is gone.
1 in the morning people are asleep, but I'm not,
I'm haunted my memories of potential,
by the looks you gave me,
by the stare,
by the smile.

But it's your eyes that are the reason that I'm shy now,
the way they keep focused on a single point,
a point that looks through the layers
of skin into my heart.

Then I wonder, can you tell?

Then I wonder, will words ever even be enough?