Tue, 04/29/2014 - 23:16 -- Acetera

I feel my thoughts are vast and free

Floating as in space

They’re lovely, gorgeous as can be

Mind’s eye sees naught but grace


But when I speak, try to announce

All that I think inside

My wicked tongue seeks to denounce

That which I think with pride


The spoken word, so eloquent

Cannot express it well

The written word, a testament

To what in my mind dwells


So I write, now and again

My thoughts to best express

I wait until the day comes when

Others know of my finesse


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