Inadequacy Revisited

The things I wish I could say to you
but I don't know how -
I don't know the language of angels.

These feeling and thoughts
stem from my heart
but they belong to you
and my one fear is that
you'll never know them.

How does a man go through life,
living each day as though he is
unaware of love,
forsaking his heart
because
of one reason[excuse] or another

-----Painfully-----

It hurts me, so badly,
that I am unable to voice my feelings
in anything other than anonymous
poetry and chicken-scratch
letters to myself.

This is Inadequacy Revisited,
Rediscovered,
Redefined,
..................Released?

I want to be able to tell you these things,
But I don't know how.
I don't know the language of angels.