How with words that are rust?
Thoughts trapped and was long dried up fast
Did I meant what I said?
Did I tell I am fed?
Dear, dear, but with a tongue I use to make,
Yet, today, I never knew, I never did, I speak to break
How do you heal a heart that bled?
Dripping with words harsh, heavy and red
For I cannot fathom a way to say a thought that pains, buried in depths, long hidden,
How do you soften and polish thoughts that are too rusty themselves with words
that sure will hurt yet sweet as a maiden?
How do you take back syllables,
How do you un-pronounce, un-speak, undo the troubles?