Words

Some days I let my words cry 

Because my eyes have run dry 


 Some days when I let my words bleed 

Let it be known ,thats my blood you read 


 Some days my words are a clumsy jive 

 know thats is the only way I survive 


 Some days I let my words offend

 Because I would rather not resent 


Days when my words make a lot of sense 

Remember that I can be good at pretense 


 Finally ,if you find me at loss of words to say

 I hope you know that , I just want you to stay.

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