Words are not feelings.
They smolder and burn,
Like little cinders.
Too hot to be kept inside.
They crave the coldness of the world.
So full of things to discuss,
Describe and analyze.

And words cannot talk about feelings
Without burning them alive.

Feelings are not words.
They’re very delicate,
And must be kept warm.
Simmering gently like mulled wine.
They’d rather stay inside where it’s safe.
Afraid they might die,
Of exposure if they come out.

And feelings cannot feel words,
Without smothering them.

That’s why you can never,
Put your feelings into words,
Or your words into feelings.
They’ll destroy one another.