POEM " IF I COULD ONLY FIND THE WORDS " by martin gedge
Deep inside this heart of mine
it's a game of tug of war
and every time my tongue gets tied
my mouth just shuts the door
I don't know if the feelings real
or playing tricks on me
and I always wonder to myself
if this was meant to be
It gets so hard to concentrate
as I look to see a sign
I toss and turn and often burn
your face into my mind
my nerves just get the best of me
whenever your around
my life becomes a circus tent
my heart becomes the clown
I stumble like a drunken fool
on thoughts to miss my lips
I don't know if I'm good enough
or good at sinking ships
these building blocks of confidence
is just enough to stand
no artificial artifact
or sacrificial lamb
In my dreams she's beautiful
as nature would of guessed
to walk into my world one day
and beat into my chest
I know the feelings right to me
but failure hard to shake
dealing the delivery
taking chances on the break
I dress my best to put to test
my sweet and boyish charm
and feel the heat into my feet
another false alarm
I had this crush in winds of gust
to blush my self control
that time we met I can't forget
that light around your soul
your smile that surrenders me
with the innocence of night
the fire in a summer song
the drift of candle light
your star to fly around my heart
in gentle swing we lay
if I could only find the words
then you would hear me say...
by martin gedge ©
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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