February 3, 2011
We all have our ways to talk to each other
When we talk, write, type out our words
There are simple ways to make me blush
The secrets I don’t wish to share

Somehow, I speak out everything
I don’t understand why no one else does
I am a shell, to all who try to learn from me

I love, I feel, I take it all in
I understand all who walk around me
The ones who stop, beat the answer out
Rather than asking me to speak

No one understands that I will listen and speak
It is hard to tell who does not listen
Listen, I’ll tell you my secret; I have none to hide

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