The Things I Can’t Always Say

I feel like I’m wandering down a never ending dark corridor.

Although when I finally get it out I feel like a cherry on the cake, a crown on a king.

I wish words were a sour taste so you could just spit them out.

I wish I was a red button deleting my words with one movement.

I wish it was that easy like a sweet and sour mixture whirling out of your mouth.

I wish it would just come out like a water spout,

As quick as water flowing through the tap and gushing down the drain.

But if you say the wrong thing it feels just like a sprain.

Sometimes when I speak I mean to spread a smile.

But sometimes I seem to make a pile of salty sad teardrops all the while. 

By Heidi