i cannot even speak
but want my voice popular
cannot hold a sound
a note in particular
wish you'd understand air
cause words are now difficult
unless ink and a pen,
wood and a paper.
i would give you a song
but i remain just a poet
my heart holds the tune
though my voice cannot show it
i could learn it on strings
a proof it would serve
but you loved my voice
and i loved the verve
with each mark on calendar
does your memory deter?
my echoes, my accent
does it ever recur?
try to understand my poems
these are songs never sung
read my eyes, they are now
louder than my tongue.
Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 9:08 PM UTC
i cannot even speak
but want my voice popular
cannot hold a sound
a note in particular
wish you'd understand air
cause words are now difficult
unless ink and a pen,
wood and a paper.
i would give you a song
but i remain just a poet
my heart holds the tune
though my voice cannot show it
i could learn it on strings
a proof it would serve
but you loved my voice
and i loved the verve
with each mark on calendar
does your memory deter?
my echoes, my accent
does it ever recur?
try to understand my poems
these are songs never sung
read my eyes, they are now
louder than my tongue.