All the words.
All the words I wish your fingers could feel.All the times I've wished you could know,
My silent sorrow lying stiff in my throat;
Like broken teeth.
I wish you could hear the silent cries in my flesh,
that always makes my bones ache.
I wish you could speak to my fear,
And calm all that leaves me uneasy.
I wish you could hold me in your arms,
And soothe all that my muscles remember.
All the bruises,
All the sour hope.
All the cloudy days that were so dark,
I wondered if my eyes were even open.
The days that felt like August,
Then knowing,
That I too would soon turn to Fall.
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