There are word's
Word's that doesn't find their way out of the lips,
Word's that are voiceless,
Word's that the heart quietely screams,
Word's that are legible,
Word's that peek through the window of my eye's.
Those are the word's that defines who I'm beneath.
I Call and Call and Scream Your Name,
Those word's searching the one that never came.
The word's that I never spoke; can you hear them?
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