It’s not that I don’t
believe your
words.
They linger inside,
and cling on to
my heart.
But in the end,
my voice speaks
a little
louder,
a little
stronger,
a little
wider.
Your words bring,
sparkle and
shine.
They always find
their way
through.
But in the end,
they’re just
too
black,
too
white,
too
narrow.
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 12:34 PM UTC
It’s not that I don’t
believe your
words.
They linger inside,
and cling on to
my heart.
But in the end,
my voice speaks
a little
louder,
a little
stronger,
a little
wider.
Your words bring,
sparkle and
shine.
They always find
their way
through.
But in the end,
they’re just
too
black,
too
white,
too
narrow.
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