I have been told that I have a way with words
I believe that this
Is false
I do not have a way with words
Words have a way with me
They flow through me
Like a river
I can create cryptic messages
And notes
That I can understand
And it comforts me
But when someone else speaks
I need it in plain English
Words can be bombs
Or words can be bricks
They can tear you down
Or build you up
I express my feelings as code
I am a puzzle
Or a maze
Ready to be solved
To be understood
And I believe that is why
You are in my life
