Silent and Stupid (when the wordsmith runs dry)

can we speak frankly?
Honestly?
Openly?

Words mount from floor to ceiling
Words to rest on rose pedals
Words to trip upon
Words to give wings to ideas
And words like led to bring them down
Words to create emotions
Emotions that I'm not feeling
but in guilt I am creating

'Cause that's what good alter boys do!

Let the clock strike
Let the drought end!
and bring me back what I once had

Magic words? a lamp to rub?

What brings you out to set me free?

I've said rhymes and clever verses.
I've said every trite and overused phrase...
bathed myself in predictable cliches

I don't know whats gonna make this end. If I say the same thing over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again!

what if i SCREAM! will you hear me?

What do I have to say?

Let me be stupid and speechless
Please don't make me say anything at all
Let me feel your arms around me
and whisper "son soon we'll go home"
Then stand me up steady and upright
your hand on my neck as we go
a warm palm always there to remind me
that I will never be alone

You bring the words that speak comfort
you're rain on the desert sand
so let me be silent and stupid
And soak up your words again