No Words

To know me well

is to know me more,

my words and charms

will never bore.

There is no chance

that I shall speak,

it's not because

I'm mild or meek.

For when you wait

for me to say,

my words they just

do go away.

My tounge swells up,

my teeth are clenched

and not one word

shall be wrenched.

It's not because

I can't so speak,

it is because

my words don't meet.

The selective mute,

he is so cute,

he listens very well.

But if you wait

for words to come,

time will never tell.