I Write Poetry
In my mind I play a thousand lives I will not live
I think a thousand words I will not speak
I dream a thousand kisses I will not blow
They will not flutter down your face and lips
Because this is the unspoken place, the twilight zone.
All these things left unsaid swell up like a storm cloud, hot and stuffy overhead
Maybe people like me only live vicarious lives
Maybe I’ll always live in the unspoken place, in the twilight zone
And most days, it’s OK.
But sometimes I wish the cloud would burst
So the rain can soothe my burning face
Sometimes I long for the cloud to burst, but it never does
It just fills up with the words and kisses I swallow back.
I think a thousand words I will not speak
I dream a thousand kisses I will not blow
They will not flutter down your face and lips
Because this is the unspoken place, the twilight zone.
All these things left unsaid swell up like a storm cloud, hot and stuffy overhead
Maybe people like me only live vicarious lives
Maybe I’ll always live in the unspoken place, in the twilight zone
And most days, it’s OK.
But sometimes I wish the cloud would burst
So the rain can soothe my burning face
Sometimes I long for the cloud to burst, but it never does
It just fills up with the words and kisses I swallow back.