The words on a page
Are there to tell you
That I still care and
Do all I can for you.
To put voice to them,
To say how I feel…
far beyond my skill,
with my dead tongue of steel.
The thoughts my heart feels
My mind cannot think
Though I look for words
Like a drunk does a drink.
My heart, it bleeds so,
(and often it cries)
Whenever I am
Unseen by your brown eyes.
The words on this page,
Never able too…
No, no words could show
What my heart feels for you.
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