Words Unspoken. Spoken Word.

My words speak, not as loudly as my hands scream, when they are outstretched and waiting for an embrace, a place for my soul to be, to rest, to breathe. Come be with me.
When my heart cries, the sounds are muffled and unending, hidden behind smiles and caring, who am I to ask for something I give for free? Hold me.

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