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My words that don't make sense sometimes


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Two lips shut together tight yet they carry a thousand words
This mind makes its own stories of hate, poems of love yet
these series internal monologues only see the light of world
as jumbled words rarely carry meaning while some mourn
and tell me its heart wrenching because dark are those words
awfully let out through dry tears that cry in monotone while
my heart feels like a heavy stone floating in mid summer sea
alone… alone…                                                                                                                     and must I say, very alone struggling to breathe, speak
while my soul has already sunk deep into the winter ocean and
my heart keeps being numb,
but remember that it pumps the warmest of bloods, that’s why
my words feel empty yet it always strikes a chord loudly to
let the sea vibrate and take out whales and other oddly
creatures to enjoy the summer with a cold in their heart like the
ocean from where they are far apart
So remember that whenever my words don’t make sense, they’re
on a journey to find my soul and I’m as lonely as these creatures
and one day everything will make sense

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