Thursday, August 11, 2011

Speak with you

Thoughts crowd my head,
They rush hurriedly,
To mold into words,
But not all feel right,
My thoughts remain unsaid.

All those things,
I want to say to you,
They flutter a bit,
And almost reach my lips,
And they disappear.

Words tumble around me,
I pick some,
I string them together,
the words I leave behind,
look a little forlornly.

I want to something,
Or maybe say it all,
But even in my head,
They don’t sound so pretty,
I nod my head very quietly.

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