An ode to the words we cannot speak

You know that feeling, right? When your heart and mind, and this soul of yours that you can barely understand has so much to convey. And yet — it cannot. This is an ode to those moments.

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the words we utter

are naught but the leftover fragrances of our perfumes

the heart often trembles with emotion it will not pronounce

the soul aches with a loneliness it cannot speak

the mind, with thoughts it may never relay

and oh the words we utter,

are naught but the crumbs of the feast in our minds, hearts and souls