listen, can you hear that?
the sound of the wailing, aching wind blowing the breeze all alone?
that's the sound of all the heartbroken, lonely, and dead-inside people tonight, all drowning
perhaps literally or metaphorically
listen, can you hear that?
the sound of the birds singing?
that's the sound of those you swear are the happiest people on earth
news flash: they're not
listen, can you hear that?
the sound of the burning fire causing everything around it to crumble down?
that's the sound of what goes on in her head
please, oh please, do me a favor and listen
oh do me the favor and look in between the lines
because what you see, what you hear, oh how it might change everything...
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The Words I Never Said
PoetryHere are a series of poems, spilled inks, and quotes that I've written.
