Thursday, December 18, 2008


Why do I write these words
When everything is just the same
There are no syllables that can be said
The feelings are like tiny birds
Flitting back and forth from which they came
The nebulous center of my head

Why do I say these things
When they can not really be given a voice
Simple letters will never be enough
A feather alone can not be wings
Three words to express is a poor choice
Finding the right ones has proven tough

I love you will never be right
It can not make the feeling be known
There is no way for it to be true
Joy and Laughter and The sun so bright
Existent being beyond my own
There is so much more than I love you

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