There are so manywords,
I wish I could say to you,
Use to explain you to another,
To describe the effect you have on me.
But I fail to do so,
For the words are there,
Floating around in my mind,
Where they make sense.
Until I try to speak,
Or write,
The words...
They blend,
With everything else,
And they become lost in translation,
As I fumble over myself,
Stammering and searching,
For the words that I just had,
But they've disappeared,
Vanished into nothing but the ordinary,
And leave me sounding like everyone else,
Tripping over the details and sounding a fool,
Saying the same...
Nothing original and shaped to you,
Just textbook reasons,
Of what you mean to me.
But that's not what I want,
I want a way to call my own.
There are so many ways,
That sit in my head,
Until I try to use them,
And indifferent to the structure of how,
I lose everything I once held,
As it gets lost in translation.
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Words That Tell No Story
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I wish to share, or have entered into weekly contests that need a home. When put together they tell no specific story but rather are stand alone pieces. Cover photo is my beautiful 2 year old Pitbull named Draco s...
