too much to say

A misunderstood riddle 

Rolled off a lonely tongue 

The tongue of a poet 

With too much to say 

And no one to say it to

She speaks too quickly 

When you come around 

Like there isn't enough air in her lungs 

To last as long as she needs to speak 

She rushes it from gut to lips 

From lips to ear 

If you actually listen, that is

Do you care to hear? 

She'll draw back a bit 

Reading your face 

But there's so much to tell

She'd write it all out

If the paper could say 

"I love to hear you talk,

Your poetry speaks to me,

And I'm sorry you had a bad day"