Dipping my hands in love
I press words to mould them
Into my allies
asking them to convey what I cannot
He chooses to remain illiterate.
Hugging my knees I tell him
Dreams keep flying inside my head
Robbing me of all peace
Driving away every bit of sleep
He yawns- it’s time for his forty winks
What do I do
When words is all I have
To tell what cannot be told in words
To someone who won’t 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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