If my heart were to speak
it would cry.
The words would be choked out.
And if they squeaked their way
through the din of the world,
they would remain unheard –
Like a whisper in a firestorm,
or the footsteps of a kitten in the rain.
it would cry.
The words would be choked out.
And if they squeaked their way
through the din of the world,
they would remain unheard –
Like a whisper in a firestorm,
or the footsteps of a kitten in the rain.