Where is my voice?

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Words are no match for your divine beauty,
my head shakes,
my heart quakes,
my words are at the tip of my tongue,
engulfed by an unknown entity.

I am at a slant of wich difficult to straighten,
I hear your voice,
my voice becomes a silent whisper,
as if beaten by my worry of the words released.

This feeling of self pity,
the regretful days of not speaking with you,
my heart aches,
my head spinning in a devlish cycle,
will she care what I say?
will she ignore and toss away?

I approach you,
my words flow with that of others,
barely a spoken sound to you,
I feel regret,
I feel stupid,
what do I say?

They say the skies are the limits,
it seems the very crust of the earth binds me,
a simple dove can soar,
why can't I?
not even before,
before these feelings even took place.

Why must my feelings shade my words?
interrupted by a dark amissal of complete idiocy,
I can't seem to find the courage.

I can take o the skies,
scale monsterous peaks,
cross the dephs of the ocean,
why can't I speak with you?

My voice is in a cloudy mist,
unable to locate this certain confidence that my words will not repell you,
I can smile,
give you a rose,
but with words,
I'm below my toes.

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