I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do. If I start a topic, will she listen or will I get ignored? Will she be interested or will she get bored? I don't know. I'd swallow all these words instead. I'd pierce the blank pages with this melancholic melody in my head. For what is a voice that can't be heard lest the puzzled emotions be justified word for word?
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Unspoken
PoesieA collection of self-written poems/short stories. ©Copyright gwhaleshark 2017 All rights reserved. I do not own the graphics used for the book cover. Full credit a goes to the respective owners.
