Waste

February 22, 2012
Mute

The moon made me careless,
Drunk and unaware.
My thoughts were implanted
And never to be shared.

But what a waste
Of a life,
Careful and mute,

Yet being honest
And loud
Is sinful and brute.

But what a waste to be silent
When given tongues to share
Our thoughts tied up,
Does anyone care?





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