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Whatever anyone says I am still going to believe religiously that it is true and that it is hard to guess and I'm the one that wrote it.
But on a more serious note, I wrote this on my bed in my room, being the only one in the house. The first three lines I have tried to use at least 5 times in other pieces of poetry but they just didn't seem to fit but I finally found which jigsaw they fit into.
It was nice, just t embrace quiet, especially since I'm almost always listening to music or ha
What is a voice left unheard?
Or a song left unsung?
A bell unrung?
Surely 'nothing' is what they all say
But 'nothing' could never suffice
With a thought like this? Cold as Ice.
Do you know the answer?
Take your best guess
With a little hope, you're not like all the rest.
Take your precious time,
Don't listen to what the others say
You wouldn't think about this every day
Now you're sitting quietly
You might see exactly what I mean
Have you notice how silent you've been?
If after all this
You don't have a clue
A hint, a riddle I will give you
We make it, we break it
Each and every day
Just by saying the words we say
Some call it awkward
To make it a joke
Others sit in it after a loved one has choked
If you are still wondering
"Whatever could it be?"
Read a little further and maybe you'll see
It's said to be golden
Sometimes I tend to disagree
It would put some people out of a job, maybe you or me
But don't take it the wrong way
It is something truely enchanted
And something we oft take for granted
If you haven't found out
I better give it away
I'm running out of paper and lines to say
What is a voice left unheard?
Or a song left unsung?
A bell unrung?
Silence...
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