Thursday, April 04, 2013

Poetic Justice

You didn't yell at me.  

You didn't strike out at me. 

You didn't shoot bullets at me. 

You didn't preach to me.

You didn't shun me.

But you wished I would be silent.


No.
No, love.
No love.
I speak.
Love.
I. speak. love.

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