These words must go out.
I can't keep them in.
*There was never the right time.
There were never favourable conditions.*
But tonight...
The words have formed,
the heart willing,
and opportunity ripe.
*Let fall the contents so carelessly...
So they may be caught by magnanimous ears.*
But so many variables need to align
in sync.
So many delicate parts to click nicely in place.
Tonight was a chance grossly misread.
I conveniently indulged in signs that had me misled.
So again I swallow...
For tonight no ears are ready.
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 7:42 AM UTC
These words must go out.
I can't keep them in.
*There was never the right time.
There were never favourable conditions.*
But tonight...
The words have formed,
the heart willing,
and opportunity ripe.
*Let fall the contents so carelessly...
So they may be caught by magnanimous ears.*
But so many variables need to align
in sync.
So many delicate parts to click nicely in place.
Tonight was a chance grossly misread.
I conveniently indulged in signs that had me misled.
So again I swallow...
For tonight no ears are ready.
