Once I was heard
I became desperate to keep it
The way I was listened to
With out the wanting look
Or of obscure love
Genuine interest in what I had to say
My ideas weren't hushed or pushed away
I was heard
Someone had listened
YOU ARE READING
letters to...
PoetryMostly just random poems some go together some don't * pomes are being taken off this one and moved to another book for love*
