Once upon a time, persuasive words would
give her goosebumps,
sweet nothings would satisfy her cravings,
the keys to her heart belonged to thieves.
But now
she has grown to listen with her eyes,
to only trust actions, to study behaviors
and let time be the inspector to see what it will reveal.
YOU ARE READING
Words Unspoken
PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
