Worthy

I've written and erased a thousand lines of text,
Each holding close some meaning of the words
I cannot seem to bring myself to say.
I've written and thrown out a book of doubt
In which I've scribbled countless lines
Of unworthy poetry half drenched in fantasy.
I've dreamed a thousand dreams
Of your limbs wrapped around me,
Your warm breath on my neck
And I cannot replace the warm feel
Of you pressed against me.
A thousand words unsaid.
A thousand sleepy dreams.
A thousand hopes of electricity...
And I still find myself laying quietly
Wondering... how am I worthy?
A thousand lines of text cannot replace
The feeling that I get when you're around...
A thousand firsts that fall out of your lips
Make me wonder still if I shall get to hear
The words I shall not hear from such worthy lips.