Who will look and who will listen?

Stories forced to break into my mouth
No one listens to what I'm talking about

I tried to hoard
Repeatedly told.

Yes, I want it
In case you don't notice,

Gaze into my eyes,
Wipe it when it cries

Read my creations
And tell me your reactions.

Of the time I do not speak
Babe, believe me, I'm not sick

Mind if I ask?
Why did our castle turn to dust?

Your love that was once told,
Now your heart wrapped up with molds

The flame that used to warm our bed
Becomes an Icy cold for the dead.

I can barely see you smile
And when you talk it seem you drink a bile.

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Now something doing your part
Gently fixing this little heart.

I'm not the one who's about to be blame
Coz babe, you can't even spell my name.
(hahaha)
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I'm no worries
Talking bout my stories

accumulated inside me
Coz the stage is now ready

For me and for the witnesses
To my joy,grief, and sadness

The pen without an eye
And paper without an ear

But willing to see and willing to hear

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