More Than Words Poem by David Blake
More Than Words
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I wish I had more to say, but my
words always seem to betray my
thoughts. It always starts with a
kiss and ends with the door
closing in my face. Picking
withered flowers with an
unsteady hand into deeper sorrow
I descend. Making no sense of
my many dreams the voices in
my head collectively agree to no
longer sing.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
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4/26/2024 1:01:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
that's a good though sad poem..very well written though.~hazel