A poem about: I am not good at expressing but I am…

I am not good at expressing but I am working on that.I am good at writing them .Making the words feel alive, meaningful.Truthful. Here it goes, hope you understand my method. But I never dreamed that I could fall, but something came over me. And now im sitting and staring at the wall,Afraid for my sanity.. the sound of your voice the first time I saw you.... its haunting me. I am still trying to come to my senses but I cannot look back now. So im taking my chances. I have this feeling that I need to get to know you on a personal level. To share our experiences with each other. To entwine our minds and see what makes each other function in this crazy world. And to hopefully on day share our hearts to one another. I feel you are a busy person. A hard worker. So I try not to waste your time or bother you. But lately I have been thinking of you. The little time I get to talk to you makes me feel energized. Like time freezes. It's exhilarating. It lifts my darkness away... I hope you understand this message. I bid you a good rest of your day.

In silence, I falter with words unexpressed,
A dance of emotions held tight in my chest.
Yet in inked whispers, I find my soul's song,
Crafting truths lively, where written thoughts belong.

Once invincible, untouched by the fall,
Yet here I am, staring, entranced by it all.
Your voice lingers like an old haunting rhyme,
I've lost sense of reason and all track of time.

On this journey, uncertain but bold,
I step through the unknown, dreams untold.
There's a longing to see beneath your busy days,
To unravel your secrets in life's tangled maze.

Your presence ignites like a soft morning sun,
In moments brief, I find darkness undone.
I cherish these fragments, these whispers we share,
Time’s gentle freeze in the sweet, buzzing air.

May these humble lines reach you today,
A wish on the breeze as it carries my say—
In the weave of our stories, I hope you find light,
And know somewhere, I'm wishing you a goodnight.

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In silence, I falter with words unexpressed, A dance of emotions held tight in my chest. Yet in inked whispers, I find my soul's song, Crafting truths lively, where written thoughts belong. Once invincible, untouched by the fall, Yet here I am, staring, entranced by it all. Your voice lingers like an old haunting rhyme, I've lost sense of reason and all track of time. On this journey, uncertain but bold, I step through the unknown, dreams untold. There's a longing to see beneath your busy days, To unravel your secrets in life's tangled maze. Your presence ignites like a soft morning sun, In moments brief, I find darkness undone. I cherish these fragments, these whispers we share, Time’s gentle freeze in the sweet, buzzing air. May these humble lines reach you today, A wish on the breeze as it carries my say— In the weave of our stories, I hope you find light, And know somewhere, I'm wishing you a goodnight.