One Thousand Words - A Poem

The rhymes are not perfect, but I don't care too much.
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Even if it’s torn down the middle

Pulled apart to shreds

A picture’s worth a thousand words

Or so you always said

I was told I could string together words

And use them to paint something beautiful

But my pallet started to dry out

And my eloquence became juvenile

My words were scattered, blown away

Leaving me a picture I couldn’t paint

I tried to find the right words again

But by the time I did, it was too late

I fear I will make the same mistake

I swear to myself I won’t

You’ve already gone down that path

I can’t even beg you “Please don’t.”

It’s too late to take your hand

And I’m left standing here broken

I can’t paint you something perfect anymore

One thousand words go unspoken