There's a
story inside me
aching to be told,
straining for release.
Those precious words
forever threatening
to ooze from my lips.
Wondering
when they drop softly
into the ocean,
Will you be near enough
to hear them fall in?
Wordless whispers
that are not mine to give
but are yours
to hear from me….
aching to be told,
straining for release.
Those precious words
forever threatening
to ooze from my lips.
Wondering
when they drop softly
into the ocean,
Will you be near enough
to hear them fall in?
Wordless whispers
that are not mine to give
but are yours
to hear from me….
MS
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