~ Silence ~Read the rest: Prettier Than Plath
Filters never come into play unless we're shot-gunning negative slander
Our sentences could be so much grander
if each word was meant to love each second
if we didn't waste our time speaking pennies
we could be shouting millions
we could be rich in billions
we could be golden in every corner and crevice
we could be diamond clear and sapphire blue
but when was the last time you said I love you?
How are people supposed to know when you don't tell them
when you sit in solemn silence...
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Love this and wanted to share an excerpt. Sometimes we forget how poetry is music to the soul.
Posted by Genevieve Chase at 11:09 AM