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Words That Speak
While words change hands like keys,
Opening doors that might not be
Cracked and peered into otherwise
I stand by the closet.
They can also be bricks that make a wall
Either to keep in or keep out those
Wanted in or cast completely out
Those keys are more handy.
There are words that beautify, flowers
That smell sweet only for so long
And trees that stay as useful and
Beauty can be in the most gnarled oaks.
Language is capital, and honestly,
Some days I’m just plain broke.
This is why I crave a table
And you on the same side as me.
Some words are best said quietly.
Chris Whitenack © 2014
Opening doors that might not be
Cracked and peered into otherwise
I stand by the closet.
They can also be bricks that make a wall
Either to keep in or keep out those
Wanted in or cast completely out
Those keys are more handy.
There are words that beautify, flowers
That smell sweet only for so long
And trees that stay as useful and
Beauty can be in the most gnarled oaks.
Language is capital, and honestly,
Some days I’m just plain broke.
This is why I crave a table
And you on the same side as me.
Some words are best said quietly.
Chris Whitenack © 2014
Published 21st Jul 2014
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21st Jul 2014 2:31am
21st Jul 2014 2:36am
This is where I really wish I could post up a picture reply. :-D
"Lite Brite" was a way cool toy when I was a kid.
Thank you, it took some crafting and expresses what I wanted to her very well, she loved it.
That's better than getting it published.
"Lite Brite" was a way cool toy when I was a kid.
Thank you, it took some crafting and expresses what I wanted to her very well, she loved it.
That's better than getting it published.
