J's Musings

Your words clear as hard glass,

Shattering on the ever-harder floor-

They touch me and leave;

Like the blowing wind,

I wish they would stay,

So, I could hear them,

Because my own words,

Are like mud in a puddle,

Messy and mixed,

I do not understand them either,

So, I could not tell them to you,

I wish I could understand;

Something,

Anything,

So that I can make you stay.

Photo Credits: Pinterest [account unknown; please claim credits if it belongs to you]