The spoken words may sometimes be lost

Only some spilled paint may show

The true feelings

That has been kept hidden away

For far too long they say

.

Every poet have lost something

Something far too valuable to say

A heart can’t take

Will it ever be unbroken?

With some spilled words

After its written

Will words ever heal a wound?

.

Is the pain gone?

Faded even?

Oh, how I wish I could be a poet

Capable of letting go

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Some painted words

Plead to make sense in my head

I’ll turn you into poetry

Missing you in one place

Searching for another

You are my poetry