The words are there,
On the tip of my tongue.
Or so she said.
My speech is impaired,
stuck with fear.
And then you said,
"Cat's got your tongue."
It's not fair.
You speak so eloquently with others.
But me, you halt and stutter.
Foot in your mouth.
Tell me the words I need to hear.
Write it out.
Thousands of letters left unsent.
Syllables never uttered.
Let them fly,
Out the window,
Down the drive.
And from your heart
Straight to mine.
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