My words

i have all these feelings
and i have all my words
i have all these tools
but yet am hesitant of the world
and how it will except me
and if i can make my words
mean anything of importance
to the ones that read them

this is my get away
my safehouse of sorts
these words are my stronghold
and without them im lost
when you find me speechless
its because everything i cant show
all these things i cant express
out to you in that moment
but later on i think
ill have the answers
the ones you search for

untill then i beg you
give me time to find
all the ways i want to say
these different things
wait for me to find
all the words lost
and tucked away in my mind
an remeber if you tried
to get them before they come
youre taking my safehold
youre stealing my world
then i know i couldnt ever
live the same again
just understand what ive said
since all i have are
my words