The language of the Soul

in OCD4 years ago

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I have the best word bottled up inside,
It never seems to find expression,
Feel like the heart is tied,
And the strings are pulled back every time,
All the greatest of words just finds no place,
Yet in the mind is a great fantasy,
Filled up with great word.

I have all the best rhyme in my mind,
Yet the pen refuses to move,
What can all this really be?
This can only be the language of the soul,
Where no words can describe,
Neither English or Greek,
I hope to share what's on my mind,
But I'm still searching for the words to use,
I doubt if I can find the words,
But till that time please bear with me.