A thousand words, hopelessly lost,
meant to be used like old bottles.
Only one thing stands in the way.

That dam will bust eventually, the words spilling;
they’ll twist and turn until they are matted yarn,
another knot in ta world of string.

The thread unravels, releasing emotions never seen before.
Bottled up, held inside, she bites her tongue-
another day in captivity.

Three little words, holed into a heart,
doing all they can to escape to someone-
She cries.