Little Words

I wish I had a way with words-
to fight with, to tempt with, to change the world.
To write something so beautfiul,
that it hurts to write.

I want to create something that makes
a persons soul move within them and shutter
at the beauty of it. Like music, it seeps into their pores
and rattles inside them.

I want to create somethign beautiful and wonderful,
and tempting. To show to the world, to everyone I know.

But I cant, because pain hurts more when found by others.
And in everything beautiful, there is emotion, and with my case
their would be pain. And pain
is not something to be shared.

Not something to be told, but in actions they scream.
Is writing a poem an action?