I'm quiet
because
I could never
find the words to say,
but then when
I found the words to say,
I couldn't figure out
how to say them
for you to
understand.
I spent eternities
trying to piece
together the right
combination
of words
and the best way
to say them,
but then
when everything
finally made sense,
it was too late.
You were gone,
and so was my voice.
You see
I spent so long writing those words to comprehend
my thoughts,
that by the time
I was finished writing,
I'd forgotten how to speak.
You left,
and you took my voice
with you,
but now no one has to worry about my nonsense of worthless
thoughts.
(-tma)
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Wanderlust
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