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
Posted by NHG at 07:04
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