I'm not short on words, not by a long stretch
Yet, I find myself floundering around
A long pause I take, as if to catch my breath
Yet when my lips part and my tongue swaggers, I hear not even the whisper of a sound

I'm not short on thoughts, oh anything but
Yet, I seem to be caught off guard
And I close my eyes, as if to muster my guts
Yet when I open them up, I betray no intelligence, not even a stray shard

I'm not confused, no not at all
Yet, clarity seems a far cry
Into the depths of doubt, I try to avoid a freefall
Yet, I've deserted me, no more myself am I

I'm not scared, not even of the unknown
Yet, pensiveness today seems a part of me
I look away, trying to come to terms with what within has grown
Yet, I can't help but look again, for your beauty makes me want more of that miserable glee...

(You're not beautiful because you look pretty, you're beautiful for the way I see you behind that pretty face...)