Pretend I'm a Better Poet

I want so bad to sort my thoughts
But don't know where to start
I'll never get the words across
To mean what's in my heart

I'll reach the cusp of clarity
Then lose my grip so soon
My brain and mouth need parity
I can't bring them in tune

So many pictures in my mind
And I can't seem to free them
I look for words, but never find
The accurate descriptions

I want so bad to write a song
That opens up my head
It hurts to always get it wrong
When so much could be said

I dream I wrote you "Anna-Lee"
By Edgar Allan Poe
He phrases thoughts so beautifully
With lovely structured flow

If I could write one-tenth as wise
As he, you'd understand
The colors that flash through my eyes
With each touch of your hands

I wish I wrote "Shall I Compare
Thee to a Summer's Day"
Like Shakespeare spoke, lost in the stare
Of Agnes Hathaway

If I could write one tenth as clear
As he, you might perceive
The orchestra that's in my ear
When listening to you breathe

But I'm giving you everything that I got
I know it isn't all that you deserve
The feeling is there but when I talk my tongue gets caught
I'm always tryna' chase down every word

So just pretend that I'm a better poet
Lord knows I'd love to be
Then maybe you will see
Me, as I see you