The Sun makes a sound but we cannot hear it.
We see it and we know it shines but we never hear it.
Beautiful it is. So beautiful that perhaps we don't care what noises it makes or what it has to stay.
Sometimes the looks are just so powerful, that the voice fades away.
What good is a pretty thing when it talks your ear off all day?
The Sun makes a sound but we cannot hear it.
Pretty enough to look at but never enough for people to listen.
I suppose I am like the sun.
You watch the words spill off of my tongue yet you don't listen. You refuse to hear my voice but focus solely on my face.
Yes, I am a work of art, my limbs molded together like clay, together as one.
but my voice?
gone.
Withered away like a rose dying.
"The sun makes a sound but we cannot hear it"
Pretty enough for people to stare but never enough for people to care.
Charisma Devine
08/20/24
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