Are you the one, With black hair, Or Blonde? I'm no longer sure. Are you the one, Who held me in my sleep, Or disturbs it? I am no longer sure. Who are you? Because you are not YOU
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Time to Stop Talking
Sometimes I need to, Sometimes I can't say, All of the most important things. But I think that now, It's time to stop talking. I need not to run my mouth, I need not to say all those things, Because soon, You'll start to hate me, If you don't already, And if you do already, That's justified But I think that now, It's time to stop talking.
Tell Me
You listen, Do words make sense? Does it put you at ease? Do you enjoy it? Whose pain are you treating? Do you hurt any less? Does it help? Is your mind not burning? Does your head not spin? Do you need confessions? Does it make you thrive? I need to know, Does that keep you alive? Would you share all your secrets? Or at least tell me? Or would you just listen? Listen to my pain, and add it to yours? Or maybe you don't? Are you really listening? Do you realise I'm talking? Do you hear those painful things? Do you hear what she is saying? Do you realise she's broken? Do you see she's shattered? Are your eyes not open? Can't you tell it's deeper? That something's missing? A meaning behind pain? Or maybe not.
The Poet Armistead 