Communi(fi)cation

I speak to you in feelings

You look at me in words

My life is not different from the books I read, so I'm not sad

I write those books

And you should always write what you know

(I know very little)

I'm no fool, no Siree, doubt I'll live more than a year or three

Haven't played safe, still not a fool

Just don't want to live to feel life peel

Can you write me with your eyes, teach me how to read you with my hands?

I won't put you down until I finish you

But you do know, I hope: Words? Words?

The ones you write and the ones you feel, alike

Those Words are so puny, sometimes