I always have trouble
with my words
When spoken out loud
They never flow
Confusion, no where to go
loss of words
they never work
I never have trouble
when they are written down
no names
no standing faces
no looks of confusion
or fear
then running
awkwardness of waiting
for certain responses
you can come back
these are my words for all to see
a wonderment of life
heart reaching out
souls collide
feeling as if I can fly
smiles abundant
like never before
sense of forever familiar
sweeping me off my feet
you are the one for me
together today
celebrating every moment in time
Mon sot homme
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