Words
Loose as old rusted nails plunged in the wall
Missing picture frames of smiling faces
Slip, slip, slipping
Blurring, running from lips held tightly
shut.
Whisper, please whisper.
Don't say a word.
Take it back, pull it back in
That large bolded word
Traveling past
Like a missed Sunday Train.
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 11:03 PM UTC
Words
Loose as old rusted nails plunged in the wall
Missing picture frames of smiling faces
Slip, slip, slipping
Blurring, running from lips held tightly
shut.
Whisper, please whisper.
Don't say a word.
Take it back, pull it back in
That large bolded word
Traveling past
Like a missed Sunday Train.
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