The things I heard.
The weight behind the word, is what brings the thought.
He said and she said.
Talk the talk.
Walk the walk.
Their words come slick.
Like a trick.
Full force with one purpose to get to you.
Got plenty of words for you, including the lies, the false, and the untrue.
Words so borrowed.
Cold and blue.
Words so sorrowed.
It's too good to be true.
When my ears heard.
Not from a little bird.
I responded.
"You Said What?"
I heard ever word, down to the last word.
I say nothing.
I stay silent.
I am mute.
I give no sound.
I just don't have time to play around.
Round and round.
Not with you.
I'm still shocked.
That you said those things.
They talk.
He talk.
She talking.
They are definitely talking.
Instead of the reverse reaction, I get my satisfaction.
By letting you see me walking.
A thousand words can mean nothing, if I just keep on walking.
Leave you talking.
Can you have convo with yaself?
I don't think so.
It's a hard thing to do when you are solo.
It's a hard thing to do when you just don't know.
One day he and she will say the wrong thing.
To the wrong person.
On the wrong day.
At the wrong time.
Ready to get you in line.
I will not then worry about the "You Said What?" or "What You Say To Me?"
Cuz at that time I won't be your enemy.
What you get is what you give.
And it's your karma to live.
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My Inner Me
PoetryLiterary poems that feature some of the experiences discussed in the novel "Connecting With My Inner Me".