Like quill to a paper
Like a voice to a recorder
You will see and hear the delicacy
The force
In my voice
When I say that this is not what I want
My words will echoe through this land
Rattle this world
Because I don't want this
And you
Cannot
Make
Me.
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PoetryCopyright © All rights reserved. By Kingsley Summer. ~ Don't you just wish our world was filled with more honest beings? Honesty is something more or less of us lack. We freely speak the words in our minds, but aloud we are silent. There seems to be...
