Wednesday, August 10, 2016


A thousand ways to say a thing
A thousand ways that you can sing
A song, a poem, or a prayer
It's not right, but it's almost there

You can speak the words to no real end
You can listen intently or pretend
You can rest in silence or be sure
Of a thousand ways to be ignored

A thousand poems are not enough
To say the words that mean so much
A thousand poems are just too less
For sins that I want to confess

A thousand words, a thousand tongues
A thousand breaths inside my lungs
To scream till stars can hear me scream
Why should I wake up from this dream?

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