Only Words |
| by Veronica Ann Cech |
Sometimes the words I say
are flat and empty.
They slip from my lips,
they flutter
Like tissue paper skittering across
a blacktop, deserted parking lot.
I try to fill them with
the life, laughter, and love
That I need you to hear, to feel,
but they still seem papery.
I can't begin to express with mere words,
so we share hearts.
And that's a start,
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