I pride myself the master of words
I bend and shape them to my will
Soften harsh blows into devastating kiss
Sharpen the edge of a lover's embrace
I dance with surrender beneath controlled poise
I dress my fears in metaphors
Spin tales designed to captivate
Turn your evenings into heady nights
You call me your little storyteller
Ask for more, always more
Yet I waver,
there are words I must never utter
For once they are free,
you cease to be
