Talking

It used to be an easy subject
One that revolves around this or that
My lips will move in speed motion
Answering your needs; happy sad
Yet love succumbs to proud devotions
A feeling that takes ages to forget

{A first quality in speaking oceans
Is honesty from the most private inside
I hide, thus I lost my motivations
To deliver a speech affirmed by your eyes
Separated by indirect twist and turns
Both of us have lost our great insights

The second is saying words of emotions
Words that lingers through night and day
It’s difficult getting past first impressions
But emoted words are the only way
For words cannot trap itself in repetition
Only feelings retained hold some weight

Third and last lies in the intentions
We’re both not getting, words discard
You don’t seem to understand my direction
And I can’t seem to get into your heart
What confuses is the mind’s orientation
And the origin of thought keeps us apart}

Lots to say, but fears how you’ll act
Perhaps bland on the surface, but carries a reject
Your lips will move in listless motion
Quivering to me while I become sad
And love fails to overcome expressions
Talking become memories, eventually forget