my truths are not your truths,
my heart is not yours,
my eyes see not your soul,
and my ears know not your pain.
I'm sorry
If these walls could talk
their council would be invaluable
If hearts could sing
their melody would bring understanding.
I'd listen.
i hold my peace
and pick up the pieces
but this broken puzzle
can not be fixed.
Get glue.
this play takes its places
the players stand on stage
the background takes the scene
and the orchestra, behind a screen.
Standing ovation.
my truths would only hurt you
in this your broken state
so while i can not heal you
right hear, I'll sit, and wait.
Hold tightly.
Esme ~ 30th november 2011
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