The words that spew out of my mouth yearn to be heard
To be sympathised with
As the words that flee from my lips print onto paper

These words that come are new to me
I did not know I had them
I'm glad I found them

For the words that are spoken, written
Show how I truly feel,
May the facts be right or not
Some things loud
Fewer quiet
Because the words my brain say crave to be heard
They come from my heart

They come from the place that rarely explains itself.

Maybe it's time for words.