741 Words [03 November 2005]

Words hold so much meaning to them.
We fear them revealing our darkest secrets,
tremble in anticipation at passion disclosed.
We shrink back in terror at their hate,
desperately desire them to fall
from the lips of one we love.
Words are such simple things,
yet they evoke such myriad of responses.
Would that he speak them to me. . .
any at all.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

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