Expression

So there is a bookstore i frequent here in the depths of Burbank and every once in a while I go in there with my friends. I see this girl that works there, though i am not quite certain I think she thinks i am cute, which is great because I think she is too. But the thing is I have never talked to her. We've just exchanged smiles and glances. Now, I may be reading into this wrong but according to a buddy of mine, she didn't smile at him but gave a big smile to me. Now a few times I've walked int there she gave me the kind of smile that employees or strangers on the street give other times its more sincere and real. Anyway, I wrote a poem dedicated to her and others who i've had a hard time expressing my self to. Hope you enjoy

Expression

Ever have something that you can't express?
Something that sticks on your tongue
like a post it note
it reminds you that it can't be expressed
you try to find ways
turn it sideways
Flip it on its head
Grab it by its tail
But nothing works
that something remains on your tongue
like a bad after taste
it is so simple and so easy
But it is so painful
you swallow all the words
that can be used but they don't kick in
your mouth swollen from constipation
and your collages staring at you in anticipation
the fire that you thought was there
is just a match's flame
Because you couldn't say or even do
what was engraved into your mind's map
she gives a smile
and you are a child
lost in a big Forrest

you want to express
but the words are to big
to give to her.