Words are often left unsaid.When going to speak words are filled by thoughts of others.And when I do get to speak Nobody acknowledges the words I preach.People talk with foreign tongues.Once I begin to speak the language they twist the words against my will.I maybe silent but inside I speak a million words.So I take there words and turn them evil.The words rattle around causing pain and misery.A compliment as simple as "you look nice today" becomes "she really doesn't mean it".For all the words I could never say,there's too many words to write.
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The Words Of A Poet
PoetryGroup of poems combined together...not much to it,other than you'll have to read it for yourself. **Will be edited all the time**
