Coffee stains on table carpets
There are words inside of me which
built up whole histories,
bigger than you'd ever imagine when
you contemplate how silently
I usually behave
These words tell all the stories my lips cannot
They try to settle up all emotions, past and present
These are the words which I
need to get out of me in order to
have someone understand the pain
I'm in
The only problem with these words
Is that they're stuck inside of me
Not coming further up
Stopping at my tongue before
any sound can be created
And all I'd do is sit there silently
Left with a million words stuck in my throat
Trying to catch my breath
It feels like I'm choking on my unsaid words
But I know for sure
there ain't no way of ever getting rid of them - the way you can't get rid of coffee stains on table carpets
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