My words are like legos,
scattered all over the floor.
All colorful shapes and sizes
different combinations to explore.
I’m like a poor lego man,
With his head on backwards.
I remove my head and search it,
In desperation when I lack words.
Because my words are like legos
and sometimes they’re hard to find.
Missing pieces in the dark,
the little crevices of my mind.
My words are like messy legos,
like a castle that’s been broken.
Being rebuilt piece by piece,
With every word that’s spoken.
So I’ll gather all my legos,
and I’ll build a castle too!
I’ll use all my beautiful legos,
I would build it just for you.
But you came and stole my lego's,
You swooped them off the ground.
I tried to tell you my secret,
But I couldn’t make a sound.
Why did you take my legos?
That wasn’t part of the deal.
Please just give them back,
So I can tell you how I feel.
