The Man Who Stole My Words— Part I.
August 19, 2013 § 7 Comments
He asked me to speak—
I opened my mouth,
and from his heart
each of my words
dropped.
I guess they meant more to him
than
I knew…
(that’s the problem with words.
Once they fall out—
You can’t
put them
back).
Then again, he asked me to speak—
As if,
I had words.
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Wow… I had to read that a few times. Wonderful post!
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Like a lot 🙂
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Exactly, my dear. He asked for it. So it was completely HIS decision, and therefore HIS doing (you remain unblemished). Never ask another to speak if you can’t handle what ‘drops out’. . . . I don’t. Tough lesson, but one I finally ‘got’! Just FEEL the other, and KNOW their heart by that. . . .
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breathtaking!
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Reblogged this on * DangeRuss* and commented:
he asked me to speak as if I had words.
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Wonderful. Loved it.
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Love it. Heartfelt words.
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