You said a lot without saying a word,
I heard the unsaid
My heart hopes you would use words
And my ears hear your voice...
Still, I love what is -
Unsaid, yet heard...
Conversation between -
You and me.
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i do not write poetry; i take words and dip them in feelings...
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the dark.
thoughts, intense. lots of thoughts knocking on the door - knocking. banging. threatening to break the mind. confusion. cobweb of memories....
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