Words
Choking on my words
Searching for the courage
To utter words like breath.
If only you knew of the busyness
That lays inside.
A busyness like New York city.
Anxieties, they build up.
I could write you a book
And fill it with things I never said.
I've got the perfect words,
Every detail of what I'd say worked out.
But still, I cannot coax them from my soul into the physical world.
If I sat in an empty room,
Spilled the things I never said like water,
I'd surely drown in the sea of them.
Searching for the courage
To utter words like breath.
If only you knew of the busyness
That lays inside.
A busyness like New York city.
Anxieties, they build up.
I could write you a book
And fill it with things I never said.
I've got the perfect words,
Every detail of what I'd say worked out.
But still, I cannot coax them from my soul into the physical world.
If I sat in an empty room,
Spilled the things I never said like water,
I'd surely drown in the sea of them.