i have so much i wish to speak
words swirl, growing until it has reached my mind's peak
waiting to tumble out one after another
impatient, wanting to burst out and smother
the world with painted letters and sentence fragments
but when i see you, all that's left is their
absence.
YOU ARE READING
those who wander
Poetrythoughts from those who wander ~ best rank - 356 in poetry (july 2, 2016) [lowercase intended]