Sometimes I wish I knew Where to find those lost words Thought of, but not entertained, Exiled, ever before they reached my lips. I know they lie within me Concealed in my heart, locked away By a key my mind Would rather I not find. Not that I haven’t tried; When the hour comes, I, frantic Search the reaches of my soul Sometimes, I find a careless word But as I reach with yearning arms Distracted by a pounding heart Trembling, I breathe, just a blink And the word is lost once again. At times I ponder, would it be best If these lost words remain just that; But search I shall; for if I don’t When the hour passes, and The verses can no longer be said My heart is weighed down by The regret of what these lost words Could have inked. From where I stand, What could be, sounds far better Than living with The burden of lament; So before that hour comes, Oh love I wish with all my heart, I would Have found those lost words.
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