we are all languages
sometimes it is not spoken
by all that we meet
yet it seems sometimes we ourselves don't speak our own language..
and i'm not surprised that the touch of your hand
or the long embrace said more
than words ever could
so we spoke with ancient tongues to discover the truths
the dark parallels of our existence and you..
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PoetryA collection of poetry found under lovers nails or stained against your pillow case - highest ranking - #3 poems - #9 in poetry - All rights reserved - © Ruby Smith @desp-erate 2014 Cover by @-grxnge
