I dip my hands in love
and press the words to mould them
into my allies
and ask them to convey what I cannot
and press the words to mould them
into my allies
and ask them to convey what I cannot
He choses to remain illiterate.
I sit hugging my knees
and tell him that I could not sleep
too many dreams keep flying inside my head
depriving me of any peace.
He tells me that he must go now
and tell him that I could not sleep
too many dreams keep flying inside my head
depriving me of any peace.
He tells me that he must go now
for its time for him to sleep.
What do I do
when words is all I have
to tell what cannot be told in words
to someone who refuse to listen
What do I do
when words is all I have
to tell what cannot be told in words
to someone who refuse to listen
That is probably why eyes are more successful in speaking love than words.
ReplyDeleteThat said, nice post. Look forward to seeing more of your posts.
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