From My Tounge

The words I speak I always
find a way to travel forward.
The words I speak I always
think to you move toward.

The sun is shinning now so
I think I can be free and sing.
Or in the midst of anger or
in torrents rain I’ll sun bring.

I can bring a whirlwind of
a tornado and hurricane fever.
Cut the tension in the air I
can slam down as if a clever.

But my words that I speak I
season with a love for you in
my effervescent lovely sky;
bring me in my dear let’s sin.

I’ll tell you of my stories child
where I have failed so learn
you will that the stories you tell
I can their fortuitous fate turn.

The words ours can be a fire.
The words ours can be an ire.
So come and kiss me so I see
they my lips also bring desire.

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