I spend all my days in a jumble of letters
Words rambling on
They are tangled at the tip of my tongue
They are thought with my heart like a blood rose
I am the rain
I say everything at once
Slowly and rapidly with no avail, lightning interlacing
Or I don't say much of anything
A drought drying my wordless throat
I've learned that the only words we regret
Are the ones that our lips have yet to form
The ones that have not been voiced
But thought at the back of our minds
Melting and freezing like an icecube
The ones that we struggle to string along
The words that haunt us late at night
The ones we wish to scream till our lungs collapse
We say all that our heart's feels
Through a simple poem
But we are still struck with the loss of words
Have we said all that we are feeling?
Have we still some feelings left to be said?