What I Can't Say

you're perfect, you're perfect

that's all I can say

you're all that I think of

all night and all day

this poem is sounding very cliché

you deserve more than this

you deserve something great

so I'll write what I think,

but I could never say

my stomach's a koi pond

the fish have gone mad

they splish and they splash

they yip and they yap,

but when you come near

it turns into ice

your skin will glow,

crystal blue eyes shine

they're the color of acrylic paint mixed on a whim

not as deep as the ocean,

but too deep to swim;

too late for me, though,

I've been sucked within

I try and I fail

to resurface again

You have no idea what goes on in my mind

I hide thoughts away

lock my lips like a mime, 

but I wish I could tell you

I wish I could scream,

but it'll never come out until I find the key

perhaps it's being clenched between my teeth

halfway down my throat

it's what's choking me

or it's under my tongue

with the rest of my thoughts

I wish and I wish that this torture would stop

I stare at you with sorrow-filled eyes

trying to buck up the courage to fly,

to utter out what keeps me awake at night,

but it's stuck in my throat

behind my glassy lies

the clock is ticking down my time

I dread, oh I dread that last goodbye

you're perfect, you're perfect! 

that's all I can say!

I adore you and all of your flawless ways!

maybe I'll tell you this, maybe one day

or I will look back at now in vain

realizing that I should've said, "hey,

you're the boy who put color in my world, once gray"

you're perfect, you're perfect,

I can't actually say

I'm sorry, I'm sorry,

my heart has been slain

-l.r.

Author's Note

-l.r.

Reviews

[Dan Fite, Jr.]

Wow. This is a really emotional and real poem. I love reading stuff that involves things where "everyone has been there". This is one of those pieces. We have all had that one person we strive to talk to, but can't and regret it later. I know I've been there with a girl I liked before.

Another thing I liked is how clear it was that this was about somebody. It didn't drift off into descriptions or personal feelings to much, it was all about the person you were writing to.

Great piece.

[Lexi Richard]

Thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoyed this.

[Dan Fite, Jr.]

You're welcome!

[Inspiring Writer]

That's purely written for someone .. isn't it!
you made this write as a great love song in the memory of someone when you were thinking about someone and this write is actually very nice and lovely to read. Last stanza and the first stanza' both're great, if i do compare both then i'd say, it's an excellent job yu done here in this write. It' not a poem but a song to me.
Great job once again, keep writing.

[Lexi Richard]

It is indeed! I'm glad you enjoyed it, thank you!

[bookworm0812]

This was so excellent I hardly have words. And I'm not trying to just make you think it was good because I'm nice, I really, sincerely think this was excellent. The connections between the suffocation of the lies and the fact that she still adores the person who has taken and broken her heart s absolutely wonderful. I love the way you have taken the familiar idea and created a new spin on it. I love it so much, and I would reread it again in a heartbeat.

[Lexi Richard]

Thank you!

[bookworm0812]

You're welcome.

[Laminators Dubai]

now my fishy is saying, that was soo amazing. really that was i wanna say about my mum, she is great.

[Lexi Richard]

Thank you!

[SquinklaPsyOps]

I am guilty of loving this too much to be entirely objective.

I think that the word choices are impeccable, and you’ve taken a familiar idea and described it in a way that seems fresh.

[Lexi Richard]

Thank you so much, I'm really happy you enjoyed it so. . . This piece felt like a weight off my chest