I write the words I cannot say
That burn against my lips;
Thoughts my mind should not hold,
But live on a loop in my soul
I write the words my heart does feel
And my tears do mourn;
Feelings of lonesome regret
And fearful longing
I write the words that radiate from me,
Like some cancerous particle;
Words that taint the view,
Misleads my anger and sorrow
I miss you.
©2019 – V. A. Coote