messing with words

i'm still not a poet, but i have words in my head.


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the spaces between our silences
are only for show.
the words we speak are nothing
they're pleasantries
we're phonies
with our mouths open
nothing is said.
what matters is what we say
when we say nothing at all
when our eyes speak,
our tongues relax,
the real story is spilt.
when our hands speak
the truth is told.
when our bodies speak
we are visible
for what we really are.
close your mouth
words won't do any good
be silent,
love,
let your body speak
to me