Crying for the Words

I am crying

Crying for the words for these feelings inside.

Like a poison they rush through my veins

Haunting me at night, lingering through the days.

Is this love I feel at this very moment?

Then why do I feel I miss the main component?

Is this love I feel, this feeling inside?

I cry for the words to somehow coincide.

But they seem to escape me no matter how hard I look

I can’t find them in song, in letters, in a book

Today I cried a million cries.

Crying for the words to describe this sunrise.

To describe the feelings that I keep deep inside,

When I turn and stare into my lover’s eyes.

Why can’t I love the way I could before?

When I was so young, and so hard to ignore.

Why can’t I love the way I could before?

Before the taint of sex and desire, and I could love no more.

Today I saw a beautiful thing,

Like how a flower blooms at the begin of spring

With birds around to laugh and sing

Today I saw a beautiful boy,

Playing with his mother, like he would his favorite toy.

So in love, and, oh, the thoughts in his mind,

Of a beautiful world that escapes my mind.

As he danced with his mother in the cool afternoon breeze

I could feel a taste of this love, but it was only a tease.

Why is it that children can love,

And fly through the sky like a beautiful white dove?

I sit here right now, grounded to the floor,

For this pain inside is hard to ignore.

Its hard to ignore this lack of love.

My inability to laugh and sing, like that beautiful white dove.

That I saw in the park, like a spark of the past

Oh! If I only knew then, that it would be my last.