Words Of Simon

Up until their fateful encounter, Simon always felt quite alone
Now he felt that he had to write her, just to let his feelings be known
They had talked for under an hour, but her charm had swept him away
Soon it built up inside him, Simon had a lot to say
He derived from their conversation that she’s a fan of literary style
So he felt that he could impress her with the wit of Shakespeare or Wilde
He would write a sentence an hour, then tear it up or throw it away
Soon the days turned to weeks and the words of Simon had barely changed
They felt too forced and fake
Just how could they convey
What he meant to say
He soon became a slave to his own words, and he strained to just understand
How a single misplaced conjunction could make or break a phrasing’s command
He always took perfection too far. «You'll die alone» his mom used to say
Soon the weeks turned to months and the words of Simon had barely changed
Still too forced and fake
Just how could they convey
What he meant to say
What Simon meant to say
It didn’t sound from the heart
It’s got to sound from the heart
It’s got to sound like a work of art
If he’s ever going to win that woman’s heart