A million words inside
will never be known to the world like
the million inside you.
All seven billion with our own million
tumbling around our cement truck brains
turning and turning but,
never spilling out the cement stuck inside.
Yet,
here I am asking to know your words.
And hoping, you
want my mouth to form the shapes
and my vocal cords to work out the sound waves
so that we can know all of each other.
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 7:19 PM UTC
A million words inside
will never be known to the world like
the million inside you.
All seven billion with our own million
tumbling around our cement truck brains
turning and turning but,
never spilling out the cement stuck inside.
Yet,
here I am asking to know your words.
And hoping, you
want my mouth to form the shapes
and my vocal cords to work out the sound waves
so that we can know all of each other.
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