I started to write a poem
but then i realized
no one is going to listen
or going to care
everyone is too busy
too easy just brush it off the sleeve
like a fallen hair
pretend to never care or if
you were even there
until thats what they beleive
since promises get broken
words a dime a dozen
loves fall into and fails out
friends come and go
seem to never care
i started to write a poem
just to be silent
Maybe then my heart ,my voice, my love will be heard.
alan spivey 2015
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 6:38 PM UTC
I started to write a poem
but then i realized
no one is going to listen
or going to care
everyone is too busy
too easy just brush it off the sleeve
like a fallen hair
pretend to never care or if
you were even there
until thats what they beleive
since promises get broken
words a dime a dozen
loves fall into and fails out
friends come and go
seem to never care
i started to write a poem
just to be silent
Maybe then my heart ,my voice, my love will be heard.
alan spivey 2015
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