Mood:  bright

The Word

The Words I wish to say flow from my pen.

My tung gets tied and I stumble with words.

But not here not now not with my pen.

The words flow and leave with ease.

I can say what I want and how I want, and it comes out right.

Not a fumble not a stumble.

Just clear and true.

From my heart and my mind not my tung and my eyes.

It is easier when I write.

It is slow and precise.

Just the way it should be not quick and random.

But to the point from the heart.