words have a mind of their own
the words i never got to say to you are now
bottled up in a jar that sits on my shelf
dust doesn't have the chance to build up on the glass
because with each day that passes
i pick it up and open the lid, speaking into it
the things i don't have the strength to tell you when
i run into you downtown
but i'm afraid one day it's going to be so full
that it will shatter and they'll betray me
i won't be able to stop the words from fleeing
around the room and escaping through my windows
they'll race through the streets, familiar of every
turn and stoplight that it takes to get to your house
and they'll reveal themselves to you, all at once
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