I don't own Jane and the Dragon or its characters
A poem I thought of while trying to write a different story. Hope you'll enjoy
With swollen eyes, I stare at the blank paper
A story waiting to be written
I grip my pen tightly, looking for words to write
Missing
Nothing
I look around for the lost words, but they're nowhere to be found in my lonely space
So I sit at my desk like a fool only hearing the jingle of bells as I slump in my seat
Waiting for my muse to come
It will come
My muse will come to inspire the imagination
Creating the imagery
Shaping the perfect syllable
But I have to be patient
If I close my eyes, I can almost see them
See the words that describe you, but I can't
Since your existence and my thoughts transcend words
A world of words I do have
But you are beyond words
Beyond meaning
I wait to hear a simple word from you
Hoping to inspire a flood,
A drowning of colorful metaphors,
A parade of similes
For depth of meaning
If only I could find the words that will send my heart racing
To dance in iambic pentameter
To mend frayed ties of places and spaces and dots
I'll use complimentary details as a guise
To conceal the fragments of feelings
I dare not let escape
Oh but sharing a simple word would do me good
If only my words kiss your lips
Or tickle your ears
To hear you speak my words
To mimic the feeling
To comprehend the meaning
If only I could find the words
If only I could find them
I try to wrap them up with pretty ribbons
Lock them away in a dungeon
Living in the bottom of my heart
If only I can find the words I'm so afraid to say
If only I could find them
If only I could write them
Or say them
If only I had reason to believe my words could reach you
To touch your heart
To soothe your soul
If only I could find the words
So desperate for freedom are the words that claw away at me
The word
The words
Tearing their way through
Teasing my mind
The words I long to say
The words I need to say
To define the meaning of only three simple words
I love you
If only I could find the words