Bright, shining words
tumble off your tongue.
A bold scholar of words
I never saw this drought coming.
It’s the angry, dark words you lock away
and I’m not sure where the key hides.
Scream, fight, yell, I could handle your passion
if you let me fix my wrongdoings.
It’s your silence that will suffocate me
with fearful hands that I’ve hurt you beyond repair.