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Written January 29, 1999
The words won't work.
Where to begin?
Nobody but I can start. . .
but the words won't come.
Not from my mouth, not from yours,
not from any unmuddled thought.
The words just won't work.
Her mouth obviously can perform well the clichés,
judging from the result.
Others could communicate and,
inconceivably, voiced the phrases.
Words don't work, verbs won't behave,
nouns won't function, conjunctions won't merge,
sentences can't arrange.
Words just won't work.
You can't understand,
you wouldn't care anyway.
So why do I bother trying?
Why do I bother to let myself cry?
Because. . . . . .because. . . . .
Too bad words won't work.
Even if they would. . .
even if I had some magical eloquence. . .
would you even listen?
Oh, yes, you say.
Of course! You always listen!
But I mean, would you hear me?
Would you feel moved somewhere deep inside?
Would a stirring of emotions touch your soul?
Could you then detect how hurt I am and torn up inside?
Would you?
Or would you just say, "Oh yeah,
I know what you mean, but. . ."
"Thanks for the ego-boost and all, but. . ."
"Yeah, sometimes I feel that way too, but. . ."
"I'm so confused right now, so. . ."
Yeah. . .that's sound a lot more like it.
Too bad words won't work.
You, know I'd love for my heart
to be miraculously crushed into 5 gazillion pieces,
instead of 2 zillion.
What a shame that my hopes and dreams
would sizzle and go *poof* good-naturedly
just at the sight of you!
It's such a pity that I
would have to give up on you completely
and I'd forever have to watch you,
pretending
to be happy for you and your sorry,
little,
blond,
fake,
Barbie doll novia.
So. . . it's just too bad words won't work.
E-mail me at:SmileyCarli@yahoo.com