Love · Poetry · Relationships

It’s Not My Words

My voice is meek
And floats in air
I have more
That I can share
I can read and I can sing
But in the end
That means nothing
I can hand a book to you
of my poetry
and drawings too
But in the end
It’s nothing new
And in the end
My words still rattle
In the end
My words aren’t right
In the end
I might not say anything
And in the end
It’s nothing I say
Just actions I make
That I hope
will make you stay

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Photo Credit to The Morgue Files Free Photos

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