Silent Listener
I'm a silent listener,
I hear all you say,
When you think I'm busy,
Informations stored away.
I know your little secrets,
A truth I won't admit,
And I know all the gossip,
But no words ever slip.
It's not that great to listen,
For no words are allowed,
I'm forced to stay in silence,
Listening to the crowd.
A listener's world is smaller,
Than a talker's will ever be,
'Til they find another listener,
Then it's all the talkers in the world,
Against only you and me.
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