Stories forced to break through my mouth,
Yet no one listens to what I\'m talking about.
I tried to hoard
What I\'ve repeatedly told.
Yes, I want it,
In case you haven\'t noticed.
Gaze into my eyes,
Wipe it when it cries.
Read my creations
And tell me your reactions.
When I choose not to speak,
Babe, believe me, I\'m not sick.
Mind if I ask?
Why did our castle turn to dust?
Your love that was once told,
Now your heart wrapped up with molds
The flame that used to warm our bed
Becomes an Icy cold for the dead.
I can barely see you smile,
And when you speak, it seems you\'ve swallowed bile.
Now something\'s taking your part,
Gently mending this little heart.
I\'m not the one who\'s about to be blame
Coz babe, you can\'t even spell my name.
(hahaha)
Now, I\'m not worried
Talking bout my stories
accumulated inside me
For the stage is now ready
For me and for all the witnesses
To my joy,grief, and sadness
A pen without an eye
And paper without an ear
Yet both are willing to see,
And willing to hear.
© 2016
Gelyn GeeGold Guinto
AKA
Golden Angel Rhapsodist
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