communication anxiety (Remove filter)
Tongue Tied
The words that tell my story
To the depth it should be told
Have buried deep inside of me
And spread through flesh and bone.
I cannot catch a single thread
That isn't so firmly tied
Around my mind and lungs and heart
That if I pulled it out I'd die.
That's why forming sentences
Is ripping me apart
And as for explaining anything
Will I ever get the chance?
But just as does the lio...
Thursday 4th February 2021 9:58 am
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