Silence
#3 of Pre-made poems
The woes of an introvert in love. Happened to me far too often.
There is nothing I could say about you
But much that I could think
The words, they live inside my head
But die as they hit my tongue.
Voice and thoughts, they are at war
For they cannot hope to share
The passion that I feel for you;
They each want it to themselves.
Within the walls of purest thought
It starts to fade away:
The words that form the frame
To shape my emotions.
Instead, what's left behind
Is a concept so fine
Words cannot hope to capture
It's natural purity.
So when I say I cannot think
Cannot speak or find the words
Consider it the highest compliment
For this essence cannot be expressed