Words

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   Words   
   
   
   Talk to me , I love you ,  are just words some people throw at you 
   Without realizing how much power they hold behind them !
   I myself don't use them much , because they've been the shackles 
   To my wall of  shame and embrassment . 
   
   
   I've held the 3 biggest words of love & compassion back for so many years 
   Its become a vow to me not to speak them in person to another soul 
   Until I know in my gut they've always got a place to call home ! 
   
   
   Yes  I know that's odd you say to think , how can  one love if trusting 
   Your gut is all you've ever gone by , when your suppose to have faith . 
   The only answer I can give you that makes better sense to me is 
   
   
   How can you say we're friends if you're  always there for me , yet I'm 
   Not allowed too be there for you ? Isn't friendship suppose to be 
   A  two way street , why must I beg to try and convince you 
   To me relationships are 50/ 50 with bad days as well as good ! 
    Yet on the bad days you offer hugs or just a silent prayer 
   
   That says if dreams could make miracles come true 
   I'd sit next to you in silence with a shoulder to lean on 
   If words needed to be hushed like songs of just a melody playing 
   A Spanish guitar with only the sunset for a background ! 
   
   
   Written by : Celeda's Rein 9/ 28/ 2012  wishing men didn't always wanna be 
   The hero & gave women the same chance