I wish I could,
Share sweet words.
But I cannot,
For that would be lying,
To every atom of my being.
I do not have that,
The ability to spell out,
Many sweet words,
In quick succession.
The world needs someone,
Who can shout,
Who can mumble,
The sweetest of words,
Whenever a broken heart,
Needs some reassurance.
Perhaps I will be the reason,
That I will rarely speak sweetly.
I am still playing the warrior,
The fighter who doesn't need support,
That's the biggest lie,
The most difficult act,
I've ever had to keep up.
I can hear sweet words,
Spill from your lips.
They're so delicate,
So unimaginably precious,
Yet the sounds drift into the air,
Where no one can tell it was a lie.
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Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
