Words be my voice
Tell him what I cannot
You have no fear
No heart to break
Speak of the many nights I have cried
The emptiness that has settled over this heart
Maybe, just maybe
He can pull this knife out
Spew the regret and mistakes like water from a fountain
Betrayed by heart, it still aches for him
Muted by fear of rejection
A lovers' fingers pause and erase
But a poets will not
For words are a work of art
Gracefully flowing together
Like a stream through a meadow
Bold as an armored knight
They speak the writers' truth
Words be his lantern
I have buried the truth in thick darkness
But he needs to see
Words I cannot speak of missing him
So please I beg of you
Be my voice
For I do not posses your bravery

To express is to help find your self.
And YOU have to be the winner.

Really good write! (((Tater)))

That was beautiful Nicki...Words will never stop flowing from heart or mind.

Nicki, I wish I had your gift! You manage so eloquently to express what I feel. Thank you for giving me a voice as well.