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Be Still

never ending words,
empty meaning,
never shut my mouth,
while my soul is screaming.
blah, blah, blah,
I go on and on,
why don't I shut up,
this is just wrong.
for words reflect the heart,
and all of it's desire's.
yes there's evil lurking there,
and it never tires.
as I go on talking, 
it prays I'll never stop.
for silence reveals the soul,
and condemns my very thought.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Suzadail Jr. Avatar
February 14, 2014 at 10:25 AM
One of my bad habits, mouth goes, then brain kicks in a while later. Good write.
Andresen Avatar
January 30, 2014 at 6:57 AM
- Alice ..... well done - to think about .... blah, blah, blah :)))) - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
Umlah Avatar
January 30, 2014 at 7:31 AM
Thanks Anne-Lise :)
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