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Ink
Poems
Apr 2014
What We Can't Say Out Loud
On the tip of our tongues
Are the words left to say
That formed in our mind
But the wind's carried them away
And as we speak with no purpose
As our words become bland
We find ourselves lost
In our own separate lands
So when the night leaks through
And the humans close their eyes
The words come back to us
Full of lush and tasty spice
We'll scribble them down
On parchment with ink
Letting the letters flow
Letting our thoughts sink
And as our eyes will open
To the brand new day
We'll find that the tip of our tongues
Have nothing worthy to say
We'll flip through the papers
To look for our poetic works
But they've all sunk and drowned
To where lone emotions lurk
And everything we need to say
Everything we have left to say
Will be lost in our swirling thoughts
And the wind will carry them away
So that no one can hear what we are too shameful to think
So that no one will ever feel their heart sink
By our flavorful thoughts
Written by
Ink
In my head
(In my head)
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