24 October 2012
I don't know how to put my words down with ink and script.
It's like my pen has all run dry, it's suddenly tight-lipped.
I try to make me literate, to tell you how I feel.
It's like my brain is caged from you, a cage of wicked steel.
I've tried to let my tongue run free to tell you all I can.
It's almost like something took hold and off with tongue it ran.
It's hard to say just what I mean when words just aren't enough.
When every draft seems so damn bad, I know I've tried it rough.
There Aren't The Words. • Opuss № I