I'm no good with words
I can't be the one to tell you
That your smile reminds me of the sunshine
On a Sunday morning
After a Saturday Storm
Or how your hair cascades down your spine
Like that waterfall that you always dreamed about
Having your little house on the lake next to

And every other guy
Knows just the right words to say
To sweep you off of your feet
But I don't
I stand mute

I can win the love of the ancients
The old
The dead
The gone
Because my words are made
For people like them

Where the only way
People could express anything at all
Was through a pen