The words rise from my heart,
Then I store them in my head,
The words I'm going to tell you,
The words that are to be said.
But the words get crammed in my throat,
When I come up to you,
I stand there like a statue,
Not knowing what to do.
My eyes become watery,
My cheeks become red,
And I can't say the things,
That I've stored in my head.
So I turn around and run,
As fast as my feet can go,
And the words I've stored in my head,
You'll never get to know.
~!~ Diana
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PoetryDo you think something's not real, A legend , a superstition. Did you ever want an answer, A reason, an explanation. Stories could be fake, People could too, But it's not in our hands, To define who's who. Like how a picture is worth a thousand word...
