Mumble, mumble alls a grumble
as the words pour out.
Little wings they pop and spread
a b c's are flying about.
Without a sound
poof they disappear.
I look and I search
but they fall on deaf ears.
Chitter, chitter and some chatter
foreign words you form.
Round and round
into a clattering noisy storm.
My words are gone
my thoughts are bare.
Melancholy swept her hand
her secrets ready to share.
The vessel of my soul
is rancid and cold.
As words turn to placid green
they take on a stronger hold.
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A heart's Tragedy #Wattys2016
PoetryLove is not the only emotion. Heart break is not the only pain. Sadness is not the only reason. A mini poetry book with poems not more than 30 lines. If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are at risk of a malwar...
