I’m at a loss for words. Beautiful,
rhyming, ugly or otherwise. What
secrets can I tell or even hum when
not one will come?
Maybe I can cry or moan from being
all alone, because I lost the language
you understand that shows my heart
is broken and it’s plain, I’m in pain.
Be they eloquently spoken or mumbled
eclipsed from my parched lips, the words
I want to use to say, “A curse on me is
reversed, because I’m in love with you
and I just can’t help myself,” will never
come, so the sun will never shine, nor
will I ever have divine bread and wine in
my lackluster wordless world without you.
I wave my hands in soundless words, but
you can’t read my intent and I might as well
be dead when you blink and think I’m simply
shooing flies away.
I give you a picture book with printed words that
can’t be mistook. The varying text tells what
waving my hands while I stand in a certain way
have to say.
So baby, if there’s been a mistake made, there’s
got to be some changes made. If you don’t want
me around, then I’ll be on my way overland if you
can tell me to go with a wave of your fair hand.