I wanted–needed to talk about it.
Damn it! I wanted to scream, to let it all out.
I wanted to yell, I wanted to shout.
But my heart burned from the ache and my
lungs constricted from the words trying to form.
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And so I ripped my heart open, so you could
see the emotions running through it.
YOU ARE READING
'Silent' Clouds.
Poetry¶Words have no meaning, unless you make them, turning them into a spontaneous overflow of rhythm¶ ¶A string of broken pieces interwoven into into poetry. Broken symphonies, turned into poetry¶
