My Voice

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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