though where the words come out
they're rarely the source
we can't force our feelings to show
though we know what to say
what gets said's scarcely the course
and later our hearts tear to own
if our lips were to as you say speak
I think it'd only be heard as hope
and yes hope's something
but to other lips all often nothing
maybe they just speak to us alone
(and I touched mine as though
feeling them would bring me close
to the words they ached to leak
but in their seething love I overdosed
and wish I hadn't tried to peak
I don't know why I ever chose
to listen to their lips speak)
Monday, February 23, 2009
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