David Blake - More Than Words

I wish I had more to say, but my
words always seem to betray my
thoughts. It always starts with a
kiss and ends with the door
closing in my face. Picking
withered flowers with an
unsteady hand into deeper sorrow
I descend. Making no sense of
my many dreams the voices in
my head collectively agree to no
longer sing.

David Blake

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