O Words
You come in an infinite amount of ways
Yet to conjure the correct formula
In which you poetically flow
Feels impossible
To The Words
So many choices, yet I draw a blank
You taunt me, and destruct me
As my page remains blank
Dear Words
You are the backbone to all
You enthusiastically embrace creativity
Desperately yearn for correct grammar
And skillfully explain all that we emote
My Words
You fail me when I need you the most,
Yet you overflow me when I must remain silent
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