If I had the words,
Then I wouldn't have to write
You'd look at me and hear a song, instead
The notes are what you'd learn
The rhythm, what you'd feel
A signal flare, illuminating overhead
In kind, we'd bond
Words, lost from you as well
Looking warmly, eyes held in quiet hold
In truth, our smiles would stretch miles,
While in the end,
Our stories remain untold
Dec 2, 2024
Dec 2, 2024 at 5:17 PM UTC
If I had the words,
Then I wouldn't have to write
You'd look at me and hear a song, instead
The notes are what you'd learn
The rhythm, what you'd feel
A signal flare, illuminating overhead
In kind, we'd bond
Words, lost from you as well
Looking warmly, eyes held in quiet hold
In truth, our smiles would stretch miles,
While in the end,
Our stories remain untold
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