She tried to communicate.
At first, it was quiet.
Repeating herself
Over and over.
He wasn't listening;
It got violent.
Growing tired and tired
Of the explanations;
Of trying to talk to a wall.
Lead her to believe,
She shouldn't talk at all.
She tried to keep up her fight,
Put the words into his head,
But slowly let things slide.
Growing silent within time.
Even if it hurt her inside.
Instead of repeating herself,
Word for word.
What was once unintentional yelling...
Now, is unheard.
~ B.M.D ~
YOU ARE READING
Everything Is A Form Of Art
PoetryThe best way I know how to express how I feel; With words. ~ by B.M.D. A.k.a ~ Bloopsque A.k.a ~ ItamiTheSaiyan A.k.a ~ Me
