POETRY IN MOTION

I have never found the words to say,
That would tell you each and every way,
That I think I’m falling for you.
It’s not that hard to understand,
But it makes more sense to hold your hand,
Than tell you that I want to.
Each uttered word and mumbled sound,
Has been ripped apart, burnt and then drowned,
Subbed with heartfelt kisses.
They’re innocent, and light and timid,
But know there’s something heavy in it,
The weight of muted wishes.

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