When I looked at her coming up to the place,
My words would just sit on my lips,
For wanting to speak them was so much,
I pursed my lips harder as I looked,
Legs approaching in steps taken,
What was I going to say,
Words sitting on my lips,
Not jumping up and down,
To do the thing of speaking,
That they were meant for.
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I like this poem that reminds me of how I feel when I am speechless, overcome by emotion. How is it that everything around me can be moving (including my mind) , when all the things I want to say are stuck and cannot get out? 'To do the thing of speaking /that they were meant for.' Well written. Thanks for sharing.