When whispers are not enough,
I wonder why.
Have we become too deaf
To listen to those sounds
that our heart used to make;
Subtly telling us to keep calm
‘Cos he can’t keep up.
It’s over now, he is quite
Knowing you don’t care
you were querulous,
searching for answers,
leaving a trail of mess behind
When all you had to do was,
Listen.
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 4:40 PM UTC
When whispers are not enough,
I wonder why.
Have we become too deaf
To listen to those sounds
that our heart used to make;
Subtly telling us to keep calm
‘Cos he can’t keep up.
It’s over now, he is quite
Knowing you don’t care
you were querulous,
searching for answers,
leaving a trail of mess behind
When all you had to do was,
Listen.
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