I was listening
To the words
Strung along a melody,
Painted upon a canvas of silence,
Where an intricate pattern was woven and
Wrapped about my mind
I was listening
To the words
Which were honest words, raw words,
Words that penetrated deep inside
To place where I could hear them;
Flawed, in a sense, yet flawless
I was listening
To the words
That told of stories—
Trials and tribulation,
A journey well over a thousand steps—
Frozen in each simple sound
I was listening
To the words
That tell of us,
That tell of our lives
And of our God
I was listening
To the words
That reminded me of hope,
That reminded me of the journey,
That diverted my eyes from the distractions,
That reminded me of who I am
And who my God is
And why I am here
I was listening
To the words,
Words that
(Though written by a different hand)
Told parts of my story,
Extracted memories once locked away,
Sang a tune of which I had forgotten the lyrics
Because, as I walked,
I was listening
To the words
Of a song
Eeeeeekkkk I love this!!!
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Eeeeekkk thank you, Lemonjade!! 😉 😛
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Ha! You’re welcome, batmanana! 😛 😉
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Haha!! xD
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Haha. Those nicknames are the best, Batmannah and Lemonjade. 😛
And your poem…UGH. You can write so well, Batmannah. Wow. :’)
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They really are…thanks to you, my friend. 😛
Thank you so much, AuthentiKate. ❤ (You can too!!!)
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Whoops, *Batmannah*
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WOW AGAIN.
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WOW THANK YOU. ❤
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WOW YOU’RE WELCOME. ❤
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You write so good man
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Haha thank you!
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