A Smile in A Whisper

Sky of the ink an diamond stars
Empty streets; just occassional cars
Here we lie in the lullaby
Of the stillness in our room
Words are unfit

All of the letters in all of the words
In all of the vooks all over the world
They're nothing but sounds vowels and nounds
For talking to stragers, that's all they're worth
Words are empty

Orchetra of tiny harps
It's like peppser sprikled on our hearts
We're threading a needle in boxing gloves
When we try and talk about love

Words are unable to speak of love
Like a smile in a whisper does

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