Lost for Words
poem by:
R.T. Aquinas
Written
on Apr 12, 2018
I want to write another one now I don't have time to wait I just don't know what to write Please forgive me, mate. When I fancied Meg, I never knew what to say So please, my friend, Can't you wait just another day? A poet lost for words, What a curse it be But please, my friend, Be patient then maybe you will see Poets don't find their words, The words find their poets It is a special gift And to the Saints, I owe it I can't always find the words Sometimes it still comes out all wrong So I ask you to try to understand When there's many twists in my tongue
Tags: Confused, Inspirational, Faith,
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Frank Hornby . commented on Apr 12, 2018 at 6:36pm
...so true Rhys..sometimes the words do find you (often in your sleep)........✌ðŸ»....
R.T. Aquinas
commented on Apr 13, 2018 at 7:58am
But when they come in your sleep it's so easy to lose them again.
Frank Hornby .
commented on Apr 13, 2018 at 1:17pm
Yeah...that does happen........annoying!.......I managed to jot down the first line of..."THE BLACK HOLE"....at 2.30am......and finished it next morning.....strange but true.....keep the good poems coming..ðŸ‘ðŸ»
