Status: Finished.
Words.
Words spilling from my mouth... saying nothing.
When I see you my throat tightens and all the words I wish I could say are locked up, caged, within that vessel formally known as my esophagus. It’s not because I’m nervous, God knows it’s impossible for me to be nervous around you; it’s just because I don’t know how to say it. It’s hard for me to tell you just how…
I could tell you that you’re beautiful, but that’s only using adjectives. I could tell you I love you, but that’s only using a phrase that could spill from the lips of any human being. Or, I could look at you and pray to God, or whoever it is living up there in the sky, that you look into my eyes and feel exactly what I’m feeling. But, then again, that’s only hoping. There’s no way you could reiterate exactly what I want you to know because, like I said, there are no words.
I could tell you that you’re beautiful, but that’s only using adjectives. I could tell you I love you, but that’s only using a phrase that could spill from the lips of any human being. Or, I could look at you and pray to God, or whoever it is living up there in the sky, that you look into my eyes and feel exactly what I’m feeling. But, then again, that’s only hoping. There’s no way you could reiterate exactly what I want you to know because, like I said, there are no words.