If I could find the words
To tell you how I feel,
I’d put things right, and with luck I might
Reveal how you make me feel.
I’d help you with your struggles,
The demons and your fears.
Your stress would be mine,
And the worries and the tears.
Your smile, your laugh, your eyes.
A blessing for me
To share fond memories,
And delight in moments of joy.
Sure, we’d have troubles,
And yes, we’d have fights.
But days with you
Would make worth any hard nights.
If I could, I’d conquer these clichés
And tell you how I feel.
I’d cut through cheap sentiment
And age-old lines of how others feel.
I’d scrap it all
To let you know
It’s you I think of
When I’m feeling low.
But I can’t tell you how I feel.
We don’t exist, and we never will.
If only I could properly tell you
Just how I feel.