The words
They're there on the tip of my tongue
I can taste them
I hear every syllable in my mind
Yet my voice has gone
Not a single vowel can escape my lips
At least my fingers work
They can write out all the little things
They help me feel more than my heart at times
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 11:39 PM UTC
The words
They're there on the tip of my tongue
I can taste them
I hear every syllable in my mind
Yet my voice has gone
Not a single vowel can escape my lips
At least my fingers work
They can write out all the little things
They help me feel more than my heart at times
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