She talks
Talk, talk, talk.
I watch her lips move, a tantalizing dance.
I don't hear what she says, a question by chance.
I don't respond, I didn't hear.
I avert her gaze out of fear.
Yet she continues, I have a sigh.
I could enjoy her words till the day is night.
Maybe one day I'll venture to ask.
But today it seems too great a task.
Away I go, off to walk.
Her lovely voice continuing to talk.
-Heather
So apparently I'm extremely self centered. I was talking a lot today and this came into my mind. Thinking, if someone worshipped me this would be their poem. lol
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