words

I hate how my words always seem to escape me when I need it the most. It's a desperate call for help, but the constructing voice for this SOS is so deep within the bottom of my mind that it reveals itself no more than a lighter in forest fire. This tiny voice wants to be heard but is afraid to tell. Afraid to shout it out, afraid to be the lady in this relationship and accept the help that is already in open arms. It's a matter of being so selfless that it's selfish.

The unheard voice in me also wants to say something else. Something so bold that can knock the strongest of men onto his knees; something so gentle, yet can set send the oceans roaring with passion.
The time never seems to be on my side, the words never seem to orchestrate themselves in my harmony. I can't wash it away from the tip of my tongue, yet it yearns to find a way out. I need to let you know at least this much of me. It's so simple..

But who ever said simple things were easy?