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Mar 2016
Smiles speak more than words can say
but are lost in words with empty meaning.
The glances and faces are answers enough
to the questions people ask
with a soft tone that stings like a knife.
As the stars begin to show
thoughts float up, and in the darkness, love is lost.

Quiet, soft, sound, (lonely),
reflections, (unwanted), swirl in a pool of mist.
Too scared to shout in the early hours
I am resigned to evening whispers (not enough)
where words are laced with a sing-song voice
laughter floats around every sentence
and music plays in silences (not enough).
Softness is sometimes toxic.
The anger bubbles beneath the surface
as I try to smile through it (not enough)
and my words are smiles and sunshine
because it’s all I want to be.
Martha O'Brien
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Martha O'Brien  UK
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