What if I gave a voice,
To the words that are forever
Condemned to die on my tongue.
Would you stop to listen?
What if every estranged thought of mine,
Was played like a movie,
In front of an audience.
Would you come and see it?
Every angry muffled scream,
Would you care to hear it?
Every pillow-staining tear,
Would you dry those eyes?
Every lonely note,
Of a forbidden song.
I hide it all,
Under the deafening cacophony of silence.
Yet I sometimes wish,
That you would care enough to hear it.
A/N: A new update for all my fellow wattpadians. These updates have a tendency to happen on their own; they sort of magically occur out of seemingly nowhere. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed this spell I have cast for you.
YOU ARE READING
One Girl's Words
PoetryI see you've somehow stumbled upon, My amateur book of magic. Turn the page, if you wish, That would make me simply ecstatic :) Nothing but a girl who has a small talent with pen and paper. Decided to follow in the footsteps of my good friends @Crim...
