"voice of a Flower"
I am flower.
I might not seem like much.
I put the please in pleasure.
I am satisfying to the touch.
I'm what assaults your senses.
I am the voice thats calling your name.
I am what whispers, breathing softly-
I'm the blood flowing through your veins...
I am the voice that can't be heard by you.
Not when your listening for something else.
Blindly searching through the haze;
Reaching out to calm all that is screaming-
Just gets you deeper, stuck inside the maze...
I am the noise that will never make a sound.
I am the wrong that you will never make right.
I'm the voice your not listening for-
LOST & FORGOTTEN-
You can't acknowledge what hasn't been found.
Won't ever hear what has no sound.
Can't see in the dark without a light.
Can't go into battle if there isn't a fight.
And without the wind,
I can not fly...
But without a voice-
I'd much rather die...
KarenMichelleCopeland
sept10'04
Copyright © Karen Michelle Loos Copeland | Year Posted 2006
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