Words Spoken
Sometimes it isn’t the words spoken, but the thoughts left unsaid. The silence in between the noise, that resonates in my head. The quiet beside...
Sometimes it isn’t the words spoken, but the thoughts left unsaid. The silence in between the noise, that resonates in my head. The quiet beside...
Harsh realities, no need to stay. You don’t have to stand still; get out of the way. Change your direction, from where you’ve strayed. Facts...
Man of little substance.Don’t stand next to me.Tall in stature,lacking in depth.Whisper not to me.Speak quick and loud;then move along,so your memory,might pass on,once and...
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