Maybe I'll write you a poem

Cos I read yours, and they were really good

I mean, they made me sad

But it was kind of a good sad

It was an understanding and relating kind of sad

The kind of sad that makes you go, "I get this person and what they're going through"

And maybe I should talk to someone about those feelings

But what good are words when my tongue is so clumsy and just trips over them anyway?

Or when the things I'm longing to say get caught in the cobwebs in my throat?

And maybe I should clean them out, you know, like I should clean up my room

But what's the point if they'll just get messy again anyway?

It wouldn't change anything

Maybe I'm just really lazy

And I feel lazy, you know, when I don't do anything

I was feeling like that today, among other things

So I wanted to take a nap and maybe sleep it off

But I couldn't sleep and I thought about your poems that I read

So then I thought maybe I'd write you a poem

But, you know, I'm kind of shy

And there are so many things I want to say but I don't know how to put them into words

Maybe I'll be able to tell you one day

Maybe I won't be so scared that you won't like me or my poems one day

Maybe I'll clean the cobwebs out of my throat and speak my mind one day

But for now, maybe I'll just write you a poem

And maybe you'll like it?