Words

Sometimes words fail me
and then I realise it is just my heart taking a breath.

Sometimes things just aint worth the effort to comment,
as the silence says it all.

Sometimes words spill from my mouth,
and I wonder where they came from.

And sometimes I stop mid-sentence
and let the idea go out like a candle flame.

Sometimes it aint what is said,
it's the absence or inclusion of heart and soul

Sometimes the right words don't come
and I realise I just didn't understand

Sometimes I think too much
and the words sound hollow

And sometimes the words flow
with a torrent of tears.