I sit in silence
I just observe
I never say a word
Until
It hurts
I speak louder in a poem
In a write than my speech
The most poetic things I say
Or shall I say I type
Come from my heart
Just right
I love the way my words fall on to the paper
The way my words can convey such a scene
I sit and read every word I could never say
Or shall I say that time the thoughts came to me
For some reason
I can say
Every word when my write is done
Never understood why
Yet that never mattered
Not to me
As long as I had a voice
Even if it\'s on a sheet
I believe we have voices in many things
Just as much as everything has a meaning
I just observe
Never say a word
Because I add all the things I have seen
To create it into a beautiful piece
That never hurts
Yet something that runs deep
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