I have so many things to say
But no words to say them with
I have so many images to paint
But no canvases to display them on
I have so many memories,
Some that bloom like roses
And others that reflect the midnight sky
Some that make me cry
And some that make me scream in joy
But I have no way to say them
And so, I stay silent,
Until the end of time,
Locked in their embrace,
The softness, tenderness, of their warmth
To escape the wrenching in my stomach
Every time I think about you

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There’s not really a story - just something that I did to practise writing poetry :)