(written November 2, 2008)
I wish I were a poet at large
But I don't always have the words.
The words to communicate to you
My stream of thought, my heart.
And it kills me when those words don't always
Make the sense I think they should.
I'd hate to be read and misunderstood
Or worse, read and put down
Because I lack the words
To communicate my heart.
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