The words float on my breath-
they leave my lips,
but they never reach your ears
because I mouth the words,
but dare not speak them
or so much as whisper...
they bubble in my stomach-
worse than butterflies-
in the depths of my soul.
but I dare not speak them.
I hold you tight,
feeling them wholly,
but still,
I dare not speak them.
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I dare not speak them myself
Those few little words, I think scare us all. But I like this poem....More so of that I can relate to it, but also because it is worded well...Nice peiece of work, hope to read more of your's soon!
Slainte,
Mairin
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