So many thoughts
accompanied by a need to profess and convert
into such violent displays of affection
while each vowel is scared into silence.
Each pause the hallow death of my confidence.
How can a word be so frightening,
while completely composed of the absence-
of the abandonment of thought and sound?
The laughter of truth…
It used to dance so easily from my tongue.
My heart used to smile and scream
its intentions so boisterous in their purity
while with the darkened passing of time,
my love grew shy and frail
Its voice to meek to utter a protest
against the dissolution of myself.
Instead, as with all thoughts
that are comprised entirely of truth and innocence,
My soul remained utterly and completely