The Thoughts of a Boy Who�s Perfect at Being Not You make me: All choked up, Swallow hard, Stumble over words. I wake up early from my dream To think about you consciously. I end my day early to sleep and dream, So I can meet you there. I sing you songs when you�re not around. But I�m too amazed to sing when I look into your eyes. Anticipation once meant fear, Now it means joy! I look into your smile And wonder if hurting myself hurts you. I long to tell you all the ways I love you, But I don�t have the range or words, or the sense of nerves To tell you how I feel. I fully elate and wish I could Freeze thought And proceed with passing. Benjamin A. Page
