100 WORDS: fermata

I wish I knew of better, more grand words… to [lift you up put you down] just, say. But when words stop where the feeling doesn’t end, I am left in the verse of such a sad symphony. I wish I had a better voice [to plead ask scream] -- maybe then you could [finally perhaps sort of if only you wished to] lend an ear to what I really want you to hear[feel]. But not this... not this. I wish I had a better song to sing… maybe then you wouldn’t [shouldn’t couldn’t want to p l e a s e d o n ’ t ] leave... [me].