Words like birds
have beautiful songs to be heard
but they also have needle-like beaks that can cause pain and hurt.
I only want to send sweet words to you,
but their wings are broken and bruised
they lose their way and never get through.
Silence like diamonds
can give a lovely sparkle,
but their sharp faceted edges can cut and be harmful.
I fear we might have become muted, my dear...
the birds have left both of us it appears.
My quiet diamonds cut into you...your semi-precious silence cuts into me...the words I lost and cannot speak...Once more, I wish for us to be near.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 5:49 AM UTC
Words like birds
have beautiful songs to be heard
but they also have needle-like beaks that can cause pain and hurt.
I only want to send sweet words to you,
but their wings are broken and bruised
they lose their way and never get through.
Silence like diamonds
can give a lovely sparkle,
but their sharp faceted edges can cut and be harmful.
I fear we might have become muted, my dear...
the birds have left both of us it appears.
My quiet diamonds cut into you...your semi-precious silence cuts into me...the words I lost and cannot speak...Once more, I wish for us to be near.
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