Speechless

Words.

Kept in the back of my throat,

Tied neatly into a phrase.

 

At times words are lost or stolen,

For a lack of courage.

 

Those vanishing words.

How I long to swallow them,

And spit them back out!

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Carefree

Writing a good poem is hard!
But cheesy is easy,
And since I feel lazy,
I shall do as I pleas-y!