Chad Houser

This is for Chad Houser...
because I just don't tell you enough.

Sometimes I have so much to say; 
My lips will not move.
Bringing it to the surface I cannot do.

When you are near I feel so safe; 
Sleep comes easy to my soul. 
I feel I have some purpose. 

With words unspoken,
I wonder do you feel this way too.
Simple jesters reassure that it must be true.

In frozen state boils compassion unknown.
Why won’t it come to the point of release?
Why do I look like stone?

My mind stumbles on the words to say.
I see you looking at me for a response;
There I stand with blank face and words not there.

I try to show you in my simple way;
The joy and excitement I feel for you,
But my message will not get through.

I’m not good at love I tell myself;
I beat my soul to a pulp.
I’ve held it in to long I know.

My mind it stings with pain.
My heart it hurts so much.
The words won’t come.

Even though the words sound plain;
My face is frozen in time;
Writing this poem seems hard.

It may sound corny, cheesy too,
Or uncool to listening ear;
But…Baby I love you!