When I Can'T Talk
I penned my point,
in the middle of the paper,
I scratched the fonts,
I clear it all,
the rubbish that I thought a diamond,
until it scrambled,
I closed my eyes,
I wiped the tears,
slowly I walked,
I put my faith,
and look up,
I exhaled my breath,
because this is time when I can't talk.
Copyright © Mich Elle | Year Posted 2014
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