Words...

Words are my chosen profession;

Words are what I wield like a sword.

Words both create and destroy in my world

But words fail me when I try to speak to you.

I want to say notice me.

I want to say talk to me.

I want you to know that I think you are my knight in shining armor

But when I have the chance words run away and stupid giggles fill their place.

Why do words work that way?

Why do they run away?

And why do giggles replace them?

So here where you won't see

Here where you won't go,

Here where they'll never reach your eyes,

I can say it:

I like you.

Like you as if we were in high school.

Like you the way the band geek likes the quarterback.

Like you like that girl in the back of the room

   Who only took that seat so she could stare at you.

Please give me a chance.

Please don't pass me by.

Please ask me to the dance.

Please don't take a pass.

Words are my chosen profession.

Words create and destroy in my world.

So maybe one day my words will inspire you.

Maybe one day you'll see me trying

   And you can fill in the words that always run away...