Unspoken Truth
There is truth to your word,
As my walls come down.
When you're around
Something unpredictable,
Something unspeakable
Even unexplained.
Yet our lips speak of it softly
Will the slightest touch burn?
Or create a spark rather extraordinary?
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My name is Destiny and I love to write poetry. I love going to church, reading, and much more. If you browse my poetry please critique it. I love getting opinions on it. I want to expand my knowledge. My inspiration comes from every where.
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