Who Will Look And Who Will Listen?

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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