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Soft Speak; Hard Emotion (Free verse) by Blindpoetry

Weeks pass by Your not here Did the maid go with you? Because he isn't here either I confess My nervousness I expected this to not work out *nervous breathe* Was I right? I give you my hand I want to guide you To happiness I thought thats all you wanted I hesitantly take my hand away It got numb from your coldness You ask if I'm ok, "Why are you like this?" My temper rages; *yells, "You know why!"* I get up, to my feet Shock painted all over your face I whisper, "See you at home... Dear." She leaves with the maid. Do i give you my jacket So you can walk across the muddy water? No. Just ask the maid! He'll clean it up! And I hope you don't mind I fired the maid He didn't do his job He made this life harder! So leave with him I don't care (leave with him) I won't sit and stare (leave with him) I'll just *yells: go outside and save myself*

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 4-Feb-04/3:24 PM
I know what you mean. My fingers were trembling as I wrote that, utterly sickened that I could come up with something so -- <there is no word to describe it> -- even in jest. But I wrote on regardless, knowing full well what needed to be said, and saying it ere the vicious onslaught it inflicted upon my sense of taste left me gnarled beyond all repair.




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