Somber Plead

Speaking isn't something so easily done,
when you feel as though you cannot think
and its becoming quite commonplace
to feel so tongue-tied, though I love you
sometimes your ways tend to confuse
and skies grow dark behind your closed eyes.

So explain to me now the disruption
that occurs even though I can speak
so freely to you... only some of the time.
Won't you say what I've done that's so wrong?
Tell so I won't do it again, so I can fix me
fix you, fix us- before your skies become so quiet again.

Before I fail one more time,
before we stumble over this path of plain rhymes
yet I've not been reduced to beg
so I run to seek shelter before your skies threaten me
and rain down their woes again
on my weary bones.

You'll let me know if I need to change
and if I need to speak differently
or even behave a little more simplistically.
You'll fill that void when I lose myself
because of understanding the most convenient ways
and in definitions a child might just understand.

Interpreting me must be hard,
being my friend must be even harder
but I have to believe I am worth the required effort
and that you are worth an attempt to try
in everything that we've done, everything we do
and everything that we've yet to even start- its overdue.

So let's not give up yet
and don't you dare try to shut me out-
don't turn your face away because we'd just die
and everything we've worked for would fall apart at the seams
and we'd become shadows of who we used to be
because the truth I struggle with is that you mean too much to me.

To the future I turn as I get on my knees,
won't you please speak to me?
Please don't withhold telling me what I've done wrong-
let me know how I can fix this, tell me all the things you need
and I want to know what you want.
We are not a problem, we are a solution for the pollution of miscommunication.

We are sunshine on a rainy day and
open doors when others tend to shut in your face.
You bring out my voice when I cannot speak and my ears are opened
to what I cannot hear and you help my heart feel the things it fears.
Thank you for always being there and I'm trying to return the favor...
So maybe I'll beg- don't shut me out, I only want to help.