Strike of the Silver Tongue

Words, words, words
Words spill forth, from whence they came, I don’t know.
The silver tongue strikes with witty cynicism.
The important things left unsaid.
Why is it so hard to say I care, say how I really feel?
What is it I’m so afraid of? 
To show my heart and be vulnerable.  
So it’s hidden underneath wryly veiled sharply chosen words.
A silver tongue
Striking and surly, sharp and cutting
Words, words, words.