The love in one's heart,
Only few can reach.
The wise in one's soul,
Only they can teach.
The wonder in one's eyes,
Only few can see.
The quiver in one's voice,
Only happens to be,
One you can't reach, teach, or see,
But it's silent,
A silent apology.
Words you can hear,
but tone you choose to trust.
The quiver you hear,
the nightmare you walk,
a silent apology,
only happens to talk.
Only happens to mock,
your total obliviousness.
The love in one's heart,
Only you can reach.
The wise in one's soul,
Only they can teach.
The wonder in one's eyes,
Only you can see.
The quiver in one's voice,
Only happens to be,
About the Creator
Sophia Marie
I don't write a lot anymore, I just post my past collection that I'd like to share. I will always write whenever it's the right time, but not often. I do photography and film now! You can find me on instagram with my photos @paodessy!
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