If Memories Were Butterflies
Friday, February 13, 2015
I was not Speaking
I was not speaking.
No, I didn't say a word.
I hardly ever do.
You must have heard,
A ghost, or your own breath.
Whatever you heard,
I was silent the whole while.
Just keeping my words,
where they belong, with myself.
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