I wonder if you are going to whisper the same thing until it’s parts
Tither meaningless on the floor
Once the pieces are unspoken
They mean the most and
Once they are purged, the meaning becomes diluted
So be witty, clever and tease the playful words unspoken
Or my heart will be broken
Into pieces, down the same doorway
The silhouette of the significantly broken
Will be found
Faded
On the floor
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 12:27 AM UTC
I wonder if you are going to whisper the same thing until it’s parts
Tither meaningless on the floor
Once the pieces are unspoken
They mean the most and
Once they are purged, the meaning becomes diluted
So be witty, clever and tease the playful words unspoken
Or my heart will be broken
Into pieces, down the same doorway
The silhouette of the significantly broken
Will be found
Faded
On the floor
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