where are the words now
in your hands and in your tongue
they seek to be heard
remember your words
no more broken promises
start to live again
wetness of the rain
reminder of memories
touching your brown hair
a home by the sea
often we talked about this
two of us at peace
words know what to say
if you wish to give them life
immortality
alone in your room
music plays in the morning
quiet and peaceful
bland sadness of words
is the page speaking to you
listen to it's truth
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