Words
In the end my words are just that
Words.
Syllables combined to articulate, to express
Strands of ink to paper
Empty they are emotion, in passion
And yet, to my shame
Have I in words express
My heart, my soul
Laid plain on white sheets of paper
For all the world to gaze to upon
For you to see
But, never never was such my luck
Never did your gaze settle upon me
Never was your heart mine to keep
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