She giggled and he looked away.
His eyes filled with tears that didn’t have the freedom to fall.
She was a pretty girl, lovely really.
He just wanted to tell her she looked nice that day
That her hair looked beautiful
That her eyes sparkled when she laughed
That her smile was completely imperfect
But my god it was radiant
That when she spoke, her voice sent shivers down his spine
Unfortunately his words shivered too.
And she had no time for stammers
No, her very behavior demanded confidence.
And that was the one thing he could never give her
Because how could a stutter be worth a strong voice?
How could a weak note be worth a song?
How could a breeze be worth a storm?
But what he knew for sure was
That a skipped heartbeat was worthy of love
A good intention was worthy of praise
And words, smooth or not,
Are worthy of being heard.