yourvoice
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I am so very quiet
You might not know I am there
But I am your listening ear
I'm there to hear your problems
I hear to show I care
Just call my name
Tell me your shame
And once you're done
Peace. Love. Happiness.
Remsembles all my wants.
My 'already haves' sofficated,
buried six feet under my soul.
My ears captured the bells from afar.
Though my eyes rest,I know exactly where we are.
I can feel the throbbing pain,
before I even stand.
Why must I wear these?
Who exactly am I trying to be,
A hushed, resigned, tailor
Observed, a noiseless, patient spider spin,
Past Apollo's race,
With needlework of kin,
Our pace pulls in the dawn.
The riddles that ring,like the telephones from now and the pastThe dialing of the words that spin in a continuous circle, they always lastAnd when you answerYou want to know why they called
