Words

Words

What are words?
They come so easy to the lips,
Or from the world,
But not within.

My mind races,
Hands shake and sweat,
Back and forth my feet trace,
But not a word has met.

I want to show my feelings,
But words are not my friends,
Feel the hands cramping,
They surely do regret.

I know few words,
Most of them,
Get lost in the emotions,
Nowhere to find them.

Slowly the words come,
Tracing back to me,
My hands write to some,
Spilling my heart so free.

My friends love my words,
They say I write good things,
Yet, even with these words,
I feel they still don’t understand me.

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