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They Do, You Know
etched it on stones, with chisels
these warbled words, spoken through whistles
ode to love almost, but unpronounced
promises held within unsaid
woven through constellations of stars
buried so deep in soul windows
they do, you know, fester sore
bubbling heat of wanting
to burst out in songs
clicking heels in glee
decorum, stand on ceremony
excitement through sparkling eyes
so say it write it pronounce it
all that needs to be said
articulate...expressions are dead
sometimes, except your laughter.
these warbled words, spoken through whistles
ode to love almost, but unpronounced
promises held within unsaid
woven through constellations of stars
buried so deep in soul windows
they do, you know, fester sore
bubbling heat of wanting
to burst out in songs
clicking heels in glee
decorum, stand on ceremony
excitement through sparkling eyes
so say it write it pronounce it
all that needs to be said
articulate...expressions are dead
sometimes, except your laughter.
Published 12th Jun 2014
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12th Jun 2014 1:48pm
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12th Jun 2014 4:54pm
Thank you for reading Soul, just need to catch the chattering bats in the attic and pin them here.
13th Jun 2014 00:12am
You already had my attention
BUT u put me in a chokehold
with this: "they do, you know, fester sore
bubbling heat of wanting..."
Brilliant, powerful line!
BUT u put me in a chokehold
with this: "they do, you know, fester sore
bubbling heat of wanting..."
Brilliant, powerful line!
13th Jun 2014 3:54am
