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| Artist - Thomas Saliat |
The Kind
You're the kind that others
Turn away from when you speak
I know
I know
There's nothing you can say
That holds attention
On the street
I know
I know
The words are there but
Will not come the way
You want them to
I know
I know
Pen to paper seems
The way for thoughts
To be conveyed
I will
I will
Write my soul for
All to hear
Though they don't want to
I would
I would
Give two cents to
Know your thoughts as
I write
I write
What's in my soul
What's in my heart and mind
You will
You will
Hear my words unspoken now
The same as if
I spoke out loud
To you
To you
To you
And maybe you'll
Still choose to walk away
From me
From me
That's okay I understand
You may not have the time
To stand and
Hear me
Hear me
Speak my last word to you
Goodbye
Goodbye
(2 minute essay on words, apparently, and on not being heard, who knew - they just spilled out)
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