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The words, dear words,
Of my own, only they
Can do justice to my soul.
But thee, can't sight my words,
Thou won't understand my core.
I never discuss in shallowness,
Thou shall never witness my core.
Each one of you, creatures of haste,
Superficial, selfish, hurtful,
In both language and gestures.
My heart can't bear your cruel actions.
Yes cruel, it is, to neither listen
nor read what the heart has to say.
Cruel, that you never care,
except for what you display.
And witness not my spoken,
but my written lines,
For my heart is written, never talked.
Yet you'll never know what's within,
For you never, ever, read between the lines.
© Caillou
Of my own, only they
Can do justice to my soul.
But thee, can't sight my words,
Thou won't understand my core.
I never discuss in shallowness,
Thou shall never witness my core.
Each one of you, creatures of haste,
Superficial, selfish, hurtful,
In both language and gestures.
My heart can't bear your cruel actions.
Yes cruel, it is, to neither listen
nor read what the heart has to say.
Cruel, that you never care,
except for what you display.
And witness not my spoken,
but my written lines,
For my heart is written, never talked.
Yet you'll never know what's within,
For you never, ever, read between the lines.
© Caillou
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