Please, Be My Words

Please, be my words; I know it sounds absurd But you got my lips moving Forming sentences—I’m improving On finding my voice; to speak on my choice In this case, it’s you. My words are abundant and I’m not trying to be redundant, It’s just that… These words that I match and pair, though not to a snare Because this isn’t a song—just words—that I want to be you In my mouth, on my mind; Different reactions for different action—words. I want to speak you, piece you together And break you a part—A grammar lesson I want. Forming my lips, an infliction of the voice; My tongue flows with the words that Pour out of my mouth Even if you were my words, all you would get is purrs. Who am I kidding? You, my words. Still, I cannot speak to you, Just stare with wide eyes, amazed at the present time.(poems go here)