knotted tongue
thoughts
feelings
buried in the bowels
of introversion
where flowers grow
where the grass
is thick and green
where rivers flow
calm and serene
with a dash of
awkwardness
when social interaction
is essential to form bonds
but those bonds
never get formed
because they
tie my tongue
the air in my lungs
whistle the melodies
of all the things
i wish i’d have said
but didn’t
the things i desperately
wanted to say
but couldn’t
i know silence
has it’s own dialogue
of whispers
i wonder,
in those moments
what mine say…