SPEECHLESS Kaleena Cote I've been meaning to say something but There's so much in my thoughts And the second I begin to type The right words turn to knots I could form all these comparisons Of all that makes me grin I could craft a list of favorite things That light me from within But still the right words just don't come out At least to describe this— A strange feeling I get from your gaze Or from a whispered kiss I could say that I get butterflies But that sounds so…cliché I could say that I get needle pricks (The kind you want to stay) I could say that I get real nervous Like speaking to a crowd I could say that I get paranoid My heart's beating too loud But still the right words just don't come out I wish they would with ease— A strange feeling I get when we laugh Or from a quick hand squeeze I guess this feeling doesn't really Need to be so defined And either way these pulse-racing thoughts All make sense in my mind