She sometimes hated that
she remained so silent.
She had so much to say,
so many thoughts to voice.
All of her thoughts crowded
her mind and she needed
a way to get them out,
but she couldn't. Sometimes
she couldn't speak, or she
forgot to speak, or she
was just aware that there
was no possible way
of articulating
her thoughts into words that
anyone but she would
understand. So she just
preferred to listen while
he talked, because she would
get much too lost in his
meaninglessly heartfelt
words. Sometimes she feared that
he would think she didn't
care. But she cared too much.
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PoetryThis is a collection of poetry and prose about stars, love and the like. It is a glimpse inside my mind and a full view of my soul. My thoughts are like celestial dust: quite useless on their own, but once they come together, create a star that give...
