some things are better <br />felt <br />than seen <br />or articulated <br />or heard <br /> <br />some times <br />the sound of my voice <br />can never say <br />what I want <br />to hear <br /> <br />some things are better <br />left alone <br />in the recesses of me <br /> <br />my tragedy, my solace <br />the words that I write <br />my pen, my keys.. <br /> <br />give me a moment.. <br />to collect my thoughts <br />and articulate as best I can.<br /><br />emma 532<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/articulate-2/
