Everyone Has A Story; Welcome To Mine
A compilation of personal poems
Friday, 10 July 2015
Her Voice
She talks,
And you look right at her,
But you never hear her,
Not until she's screaming,
Tears running down her face.
Breathless;
A complete and utter mess.
Because only then,
Does she have a voice.
-NHG
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