Your Language
your words are beautiful
cuz i don't speak your language
your point is vacant i am
repentant & you are
satisfied. you have no right
to slide to drip blots on the
night, blurring day & dream.
when i awake it would seem
i would take a breath & sing
but i don't speak your language.
Copyright © Rachel Hart | Year Posted 2010
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