“And I think to myself…”

“And I think to myself…What a wonderful… word.”
Not that I can tell you which word it is.
Words are not for sharing;

Daring others to taste them too.

Words are for keeping close to the heart

And we cannot share them –

I cannot give my words

To you.
Apart we are nothing

Together we are all

Words are my raison d’être

My be

And my all

And, probably,

Words are…

My downfall.

Thinking upon this, 

I ‘should’ be more open,

And let loose the words

That I hold, oh so closely;

Sharing them around

With all who have need

For a word is more, not less,

When it’s gifted,

In deed.


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