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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*
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