Putting words together.
I do it without thinking- Like breathing.
They come so fluidly that I don't know how to turn them off.
I put pen to paper and I don't know how to stop.
Words are all that's left to me now.
All these words used as ties that bind.
My only tool to steal your heart.
I have spent my life mixing them,
Wielding them with a reckless power.
Words can't replace feelings.
But they can ease them into emerging.
There are words somewhere,
words that will reach your heart.
But they hang so delicately out of my reach.
I can sense them.
Floating above me on a silver thread.
Fluttering on the edge of my consciousness.
If I reach too quickly they evade my grasp.
So I'll sit here softly.
Waiting for one to trust me.
To edge itself so lovingly into my palm.
Where I can hold it, and mold it into the key
I need to lock you to me.