When she cries, nobody bothers
when she laughs, nobody hears.
Her eyes tell that she is in tears
because no one had heard
her voice in years.
Gestures did not do
Words explained her misery.
Words that were not spoken
but scrawled on paper so casually.
People tried to understand her,
but her language was lost.
Words and colors defined her,
but her language was lost.
YOU ARE READING
My Blooming Words
PoetryThese are the words that I stole from my life experiences. Thank you for checking out on it. : )
