*Words slither from their mouth
The sound ripples
in her ears like the drops
of water from a lonesome cave
She decided to build a wall
and hear no more echoes
In silence,
the heart pitter- patter's
the lungs pounding... in and out
wanting to tell that she's alive,
telling her in a mute
'don't let your gutsy soul fly'
In silence,
there's too much noise
so she just decided to break the walls down as she rose from solitude.*
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 4:09 PM UTC
*Words slither from their mouth
The sound ripples
in her ears like the drops
of water from a lonesome cave
She decided to build a wall
and hear no more echoes
In silence,
the heart pitter- patter's
the lungs pounding... in and out
wanting to tell that she's alive,
telling her in a mute
'don't let your gutsy soul fly'
In silence,
there's too much noise
so she just decided to break the walls down as she rose from solitude.*
She can still hear it, but she doesn't mind. Her gutsy soul is with her all this time ;)
