I play these words in my head;
Replies to the nothing that you've said.
We've been playing this game;
Without a label, without names,
Without the three words I want to say.
When I'm angry, you know it
When I'm happy, I'll show it
But when it comes to my love,
My lips won't let go of it.
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A pressing moment Weighs on the poet To finish her sentence As she currently knows it Urgency quietly calls Through paper-made walls In a form that makes sense Of the daily rises and falls If left unfinished, it never will be For the way life unfolds so quickly.
About Me
- Kendra Lise
- For the words patiently sitting, And the sentences thinking of quitting, Secrets my mouth keeps hidden There is poetry.
1 comment:
damn kendra you are definately pretty good yourself!!
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