Words
are
just
not
mine.
They divide
what is supposed to stay whole.
They come out of my mouth too quick
or
not at all.
They hurt
without intention
and can not describe
what I have to say
anyway.
Hearts
are
mine.
They don't need words.
They are eyes without mouths.
They are hands without nails.
Always whole
and so simple.
☙
1 comment:
beautiful, claudia !
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