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You Are Not Listening | RedPaper.in
I could speak in poetry,
Pick the stars and plant them
Across your garden along with the
I paint your face, always missing out
On the flaws of your skin
Because to me, there weren’t any.
I could write you a thousand letters
Perfumed with my most intimate thoughts
And kept inside the yellow and green envelope
But I will not.
I could smell the T-shirt you forgot
To take back from me,
But I have lost the scent
Just like I lost myself with you.
I could sing,
My voice will tremble but
You know that I have loved to.
I could sing all the songs I used to
When you were busy behind your laptop screen
And I was admiring the frown above
But will you listen, my dear?
Or will my voice fall flat
Like the glass falling from the highest heights?
Will you read my words, love?
Or will they slip away
From the holes left from
The blows my love had to take?
Will you see me?
Beyond the puffiness of my eyes
And the dark worlds beneath my lids?
Will you notice the difference?
Because I wasn’t this.
I was not trembling the day I wrote
I love you too
Like I am trembling right now,
I did not hide
Because you used to see the
Beauty in me that did not even exist
When my words
Are falling flat and