Humorous isn’t it?
I say something through a laugh
And you take it as a joke.
Oh yes, It reeks of humor.
I try
Try to say it
But all I get is a hug and smile.
It means more
Much more than it sounds
But my mouth won’t put it into clearer terms
And it gets lost
In the borderline which blocks our connection
Suddenly, words of importance are
Meaningless
Exhaustion, steaming from their
Overuse
I step back from their fumes
And grin at my attempts
Which cover its hidden layers
The truth wreaking what cannot be said
And it is then, I notice
my pitied silence
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Stench of Silence
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Yes. Just...yes.
yea pretty poem...i like it
---simone
wow
lina this poem...there are no words its so right on and i know the situation your in cause ive been in it too but i love the poem cause it captures the feeling
nice
thank you, God, for putting articulate people on this planet. iz said what i was "yes"ing. thank you iz. see you at sets tomorrow hon!!
are the words, "I love you"?
This is wonderful!! You are such a poet, my dear. Well, more than that, you are all around just a creative genius. I love everything you do.
Love,
President of the Lina fan club.
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