If love could speak, it would have no words,
because of course actions speak louder.
It would make the mind shake and break before it could allow the feelings to connect.
It only makes sense after the chaos settles.
What remains through a hurricane will stay.
And if love could speak, you would never hear it.
YOU ARE READING
Berry Tree
PoetryA book of poems, scrambled thoughts, and endless stories. A bit mysterious, but that's the fun of it. You make the story; you imagine, and wonder. Each page is like picking a new berry from a tree.
