There's more power in this pen
Than in my
Voice.
My sound has gotten hoarse.
Like a horse trying to neigh.
But nay,
Dare I say.
Today will be the day that this ink will not dry,
But cry on this page
The words I have spoken in my head,
But will never say aloud.
Because I kept telling myself it wasn't allowed.
I am so loud,
But this thought silences me in more ways than one.
I'm not shy,
But I cannot lie
That I feel like your warmth will
Fry me like those sticks
With cheese inside.
Your beautiful smile and soft hair
Makes me cry internally
Because my smile externally,
Proves
That my day
Has
U-turned
From just ok to hooray.
The way you speak with
Passion and purpose
Makes me see what it's like to live amongst beings
That be,
And
Live,
And love,
So
Happily.
Not just happily,
But so tenderly,
That if I rip away the flesh,
It's an uncovered
Strength that is so boundless
That the world cannot possibly
Be keeping you grounded infinitely.
My only wish is that if I say these words,
I'm not grounded like coffee.
Instantly.