Sharon J Sanford
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Studying creative writing and theatre at UCFStories (4/0)
Tongue-Tied
You seem to have a way with the words that you speak, melodic and harmonious with every other symphonic confession of your love,whispered gently into my ear, sending shivers down my spine, and leaving me speechless and tongue-tied.I have so much more to exclaim than I ever truly did admit. Words can only begin to form in my chest before they are swallowed and repressed because I got so used to every sweet flower I grew being plucked from its rootsthat I can no longer force them up the back of my throat. I’ve apologized a thousand times that the only words that I can use to appreciate you have to be written, rehearsed, and perfected, while you seem to have a way with the words that you speak, melodic and harmonious with each passionate confession of your love, shouted on rooftops, sending shivers down my spine, leaving me speechless and tongue-tied.
By Sharon J Sanford6 years ago in Poets
Knowing
If you were a door, you would stand tall and pale. You would lead to a wondrous garden of triumph, laughter, beauty masking quiet suffering. Your roses would stand straight and bloom beneath the glowing sun, and they would not be guarded by vines nor thorns because you know no protection.
By Sharon J Sanford6 years ago in Poets