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Poetry

This is a story of memories. Some are fictional, while others are nonfiction. Enjoy laughing, crying and jumping for joy with me. ~ Alexa Rider

The Words We Speak

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by s_dolo

by s_dolo

They say that the eyes are the window to the soul

They say that your words flow from your mouth

As if a waterfall is coming out of your mouth

Red hot and burning

Your scorn isn't what I need to hear, what I want to hear

I miss the times that the waterfall was cooling

The words we speak turn from whispers to screams

Breaking any barriers that we had up

She is the reason

She is the reason I'm, screaming, crying, falling on my knees

Clawing at the floor as if by just grasping a piece of it I'll be stable

The only thing that can keep me here is my pounding heart

The need to tell you about the words we spoke

The long nights, shared secrets

The hope of forever and always

Now because of the words we spoke

FOREVER

NEVER