From the inside of my head,
I’ll ready these thoughts,
Telling myself, it’s much too hard,
I’d rather speak your mind and stay silent.
No speech, without realization
I am making no sense,
Thinking, ‘say what you feel, ’
‘Ok, ’ dribbles out. I am found foolish.
Yet our thoughts meet, that gleam,
Rises and opens my mouth once again.
Will you overlook, please? I dream to vocalize, to
To simply speak
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I aspire to this-the speech that actually communicates what I want it to...so hard to spit out sometimes. I'm on it. -landrey