Chirping birds singing rhymes
O tell me a story
Let me note it
Fake laughter sinking sighs
O don't be sorry
She ain't knows it
Passing the morning the night came with an early wage
Dancing and talking but you know it ain't the same
Trust me just hold me and let me sing you a phrase
It's ending it's ending I know it but it hurts the same
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Heart felt the heart to poetry. Touching and sad it bleeds. It is human. Pain sings in this piece. Direct but a metaphor. In simplicity less is more. A fave
Thank you for your understanding of this poem. Sometimes the mind untangles in the most simplest ways, and the words pouring down arent eager for a display....thankyou for your kindness and constant support... appreciate that...
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