Voices of the Unheard

Read me..

For a second I will matter in a glimpse I will be gone.

No one reads paper back anymore.

Table manners aside.

Profanity celebrated.

If only I had a voice.

If only you could tell me you love me.

But if water was wine.

Why get drunk right?

There is no curious face bright with wonder to greet me.

Face like the sunrise itself.

If only...if only.

Skip alongside emotions for they only make me heavy and I need be light on my feet.

Newspaper stands make for the best coffee.

Making diners jealous.

I be a lie if I said there was nothing to prove.

Ever needed a hand?

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But I'm strong enough to survive you.

-Mello