She speaks to me...💗



She speaks to me 

Fondly of 

Passions and talents, 

Guitars and music, 

Stars and eyes. 

Then, 

Stop short 

Apologizes for speaking at all. 

All because 

Somewhere, someone 

Stopped her 

When she talked, 

Ignored her beautiful words, 

And told her to shut up. 

Said, 

"Keep it down, 

Nobody cares"

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