Poem: Pen to Paper: The Only Language I Know
Spoken words uttered from my lips,
a confused mixture,
sitting silently hoping you hear each one.
Eyes glaring, hateful reply
the relative meaning misunderstood.
Looking towards you with glazed eyes,
pleading you read my mind
discover the hidden meaning
buried deep, feel the painted picture,
understand those precious jumbled thoughts,
I will forever love you.
Weeping from my baby blues,
taking pen to paper
sensibly speaking the only language I understand,
desperately wishing to convey
how much you mean to me
with spoken words.
When you say, “You could have just said so.”
"Babyface, I Wish I Could Tell You"
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