Now just bits of crumbled paper line a weathered kitchen’s floor. Unsung lyrics of a hearts unspoken word. Unable to express in any way all the things buried deeply and unheard, I’d like To take them out, if only one by one. I’d rather have one then live unloved unknowing. But try as one may, to capture their memories meaning, in the mind, somehow it becomes a jumble. A mismatched mistake, lost in the vocal chords, and tossed on paper.
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Wise words. very wise words. Cheers!