Stumbling over words,
Like a child stumbles over shoe laces,
Left undone.
Every word I want to say,
Left undone.
With small bouts,
Skipping out carelessly,
Out of my ears, my nose, my eyes—my mouth,
In such an unflattering fashion,
and with such little grace.
I can’t seem to figure out,
How I managed to sway you into my arms.