I wish words came to me
as easily as they do others.
I wish my speech flowed
or fell like fresh snow
from my mind
to mouth
to conversation.
Instead of
stopping and
stumbling. Crashing down,
hiding
in every
crack in
the sidewalk, as
if it were frightened
to
meet my lips.
Stutters
and pauses and
anything in
between
intertwine with
the complicated chords
and flows of some sorts
your mouth runs like a river.
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comfortable silence- a collection of poems
Poetrya continuous collection of all my poetry. everything i write is based upon personal experience, i hold these very dear to me. trigger warnings in chapter titles.
