My words are rooted in silence,
They stem from the unease I feel
When I think about you,
And grow into poetry.
The words I wish to say to you
But do not have the courage to
Fester in my mind and break free
To live on as poetry.
So if ever I dare to bare to you
The treacherous whisperings of my heart
I implore you to break it, make it
Weep tears that I'll forge into words-
And turn into poetry.
Your writings are worth reading and dwell me in nostalgia evoking myriad emotions from profound heart.It is like playing with words in a way amusing the audience as a whole.
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