the ones i speak,
that is,
can be confused and bewildering,
running the gamut for obscure to directionless.
Yet i speak them, trying to convey my heart.
hiding amidst words that have not meaning,
are those that do.
the listener must be careful and attentive
or else they will be missed.
There is always emotion,
but it does not always wish to be seen.
So i speak in rhyme and riddle,
without meaning to,
to remain hidden.
My written word is not so hidden,
more flowery
and yet the motions become raw
and exposed,
yet i feel safe.
welcome to my world!
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