![]() Expression of SpeechA Poem by Mazie
Unsure of will, of life, and those I trust...
Each word I spoke, I question: is it true? Reflecting on these words called 'love' and 'lust', And thinking which means what to me and you. My words, what do they mean, or are they real? The line now blurs between light-speech and thought, Heart-felt or not, we say them for appeal,
Unknowing if our words were those we sought. So many have I heard before their time; Sweet words of love, so pre-mature in turn, And yet, they left impressions in my mind, Which now I dwell on with mistrustful spurn. The spoken word is naught but hollow speech, Until they match - an action brought to each. © 2014 MazieFeatured Review
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