What Can I Say?

A million English language words

A vast opportunity of expression

Each a snowflake of meaning

Paintbrushes of inner confession

What can I say, without the wordplay?

Hand me the script for this occasion

Many answers and witty remarks

My problem will not fit this equation

Standing here, no excuse in hand

That empty facial look is real

A lie is considered contraband

So finally I can fully reveal

It’s just you and this version of me

I’m sun bleached of foolishness

Adrift on this emotional sea

Guilty of averting and effusiveness

Of all the flowers pointing skyward

Like a bee I’m always returning

To the one brighter than the sun

I’m speechless but not done yearning



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