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communication words not even edited but never said how do I read between your lines find what I'm supposed to find your anger now informs me better and instead you don't say what you mean directly sometimes I have to pry no tears are forthcoming the anger hints and what?.. the under-lies sadness and self-deceit often I share your self-defeat you may not think I see you nor that I can understand tears do not make the man you said...but you say this, perhaps words ought to I might love you even more and would not consider tears a weakness but rather a sharing of your completeness and your whole self there can be greatness when it rains and afterwards there might even be some sun and then room to express the love maybe, just maybe, enough to clear your clouds away. LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 3:57pm PST AND ALSO FOR THIS AUTHOR/POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE: MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD Vote for this poem |
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