Sometimes I think about
All of the words
That never escaped my lips
Where are they now?
Are they waiting restlessly to be spoken?
For the sweet release from the darkness of my mind.
Or have they long since decomposed?
To be forgotten, until only whispers remain.
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Rain Clouds
PoetrySimple poems, each with a story just behind them. ••• This book will be updated whenever I write a new poem worth posting. I draw inspiration either from my own complicated emotions, or sometimes even stories I've created in my mind. I suppose only...
