Over heard a secret told,
And once outside I see the sky.
And all the clouds as they float by,
What I've seen and heard won't cigarettes
Leave a dirty stain,
Upon the soul of one to young too understand!
Conversations kill.
Conversations kill.
Inside your head I hear the movements
Of a clock that's never still but always stops.
Taking what was said inside a book you
Never tried to read.
And all the answers there when questions asked.
Conversations kill.
Conversations kill.
Conversations Kill by James McLain Tuesday, September 24,2019..............Why no more poems, James? Your poems keep me thinking. They are one loveliest Group of Poems by YOU! The Graphic here is wonderous. I like it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
5 stars full and to My Favourites. Thank you for sharing.