Frustration

When I try to put my heart to words,
my tongue trips over my clumsy lips
and falls headlong into the dust.
And when I try to write it down,
smudges, tears and crossings-out
hide what I truly mean to say.

The poetry escapes my pen
and the pretty words, my lips
but someday, somehow, I will find
a better way than this.

I tried to sing before, honest!
Just the tune was not held well and
I couldn't remember what to...
I tried to confide in keys and strings
but the blasted things would never play
the song I told them to.

My fingers tripped and slipped
and then the keys all stuck like glue.
And all this trouble just to tell
the world what I think of you!