Words are all around, but not on paper...
I’m faithful unto death,
Over 300 years of expertise,
The alphabet on the wall,
Yet it’s never enough.
My words are too swift or never swift enough,
Frozen like the ice where I slipped and fell on the sidewalk,
A stutter when I see you, eating your penne pasta,
I can’t express my love.
In other words, you look great.
I just wish I could graduate from this realm of suspended state,
And gather enough courage to say hi.
