The Things I Can’t Always Say

I wish I was a shredder,

So I could shred the things I had said,

It’s a tick on a cross sheet

A door that can’t be closed.

It’s heat with a strong wind,

A car that can’t be hosed…down,

I wish I hadn’t said the things I said,

It’s butter with no bread.

The words get tangled up,

Almost knotted.

I don’t think before I have said,

I think after.

I try to talk,

But it just doesn’t work.

It just walks and walks,

Walks right away.

It’s a potato being mashed,

But it just crashed.

I wish it was as easy as turning a tap,

Or perhaps taking a nap.

It’s just too hard for me to say.

Because conversations with you,

Well they only happen once in a while.

By Macy