Runaway Words

There are many things I hate,
And this being one,
I hate when the words,
Slip off the tip of my tongue.

Why did they leave?
At exactly the wrong time,
And where are they going?
Those words were mine.

I find it very rude,
Leaving me like that,
No formal goodbye,
In the middle of my chat.

Now I am left,
In this sticky situation,
Thoughts become foreign,
I need a translation.

In a panic I am,
Thinking of something new,
Maybe I’ll bring this up!
Crap that’s gone too…

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741