There's so many things
I want to say to you
but I don't.
Instead, I plant my words
into the ground like seeds.
Hoping that the roots
grow long enough
for you to reach.
Pluck my words out
and feast on them please.
Maybe then you will get to see
how many things
I don't want you to see
Let my words blow in the wind
and brush your ear.
Listen carefully, do your hear the melody that my heart is singing,
it's aching for your attention.
I'll throw my words into the ocean
and pray they surf the waves.
I don't think
I'm brave enough to say...
Perhaps I need to find the perfect
bird to deliver the message.
My lips get too heavy when
I get to speak.
No I'm not the bird,
For I have no beak.
In fact I'm not the bird,
for the bird is far braver than me.
My gut is filled with dead butterflies,
they had drove me crazy every time your name was mentioned.
I had to do something about
them or else I'd be a victim to you.
I guess that's part of the reason why it's hard for me to say.
I really, really want to say it to you.
But my mouth doesn't allow me to.
So I'll try by all means to
make sure you hear me,
in other different ways.
It's better to know that I don't love you
because that way my heart
won't have a reason to break.
L.S
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DESOLATE
Poetry·•·°·•·°·•· De·so·late So many things could describe my poetry. It is a combination of bliss and bittersweet. One may describe it as the divine taste of strawberries. With a slight twist of sour cherries. You may have it dipped in chocolate with...
