Once more into the night...

Muted

Sometimes i get this

lump i think, at least,

that it's a lump

in my throat

Maybe it's just a burning

in my soul a desire

almost like unquenchable

lust this ohyespleasegodyes

desire

to tell you things

to whisper sweet

somethings in your ear

to paint pictures

in your mind with

my words

i used to be good with words

before i met you

i could talk

the pants off a nun

before i met you

i always felt

invincible

before i met you

i woke up sure

of who i was

now i feel

invisible

now i have no words

that reach you no words

to disarm you

nothing to say

in response to your

silence.