Thursday, June 23, 2011

Pounding on the Door With No Fists

Screaming in your ear with no mouth
Pounding on the door with no fists
Swallowing pride that doesn't exist
Speaking in tongues without a lisp

Killing the daughter that was never born
Torn by pain that was never scorned
Hurt by words that were never said
Instead just implied,
between the lines that were never read


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