It Speaks For Me

May 16, 2014

The words stutter through my lips

I'm sorry my way with words does not

Translate to the patterns of my speech

I wish I could tell you what I think

(For, according to you,

I do not feel

And more than a little according to me lately)

I could show you this poem

But my heart shines out too much

I don't want you to know

So I leave you with my terrible words

And nothing I can ever say through my eyes

I'm sorry

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