Is It Poetry
Speak To Me And Come
All your words
to me they always have.
all their own
they seem to have.
Secrets no one knows,
I learned to show.
they only need to grow.
by the one you used to trust.
And the ring,
around his long thick neck.
You loved to touch.
Underneath that tree,
there grows a loving bush.
Full of leaves,
the sun has just begun to touch.
Will your secret,
bring the growing vine enough?
Singing songs of love,
that never stop.
Speak to me and come,
back home and learn to trust.
And things about the past,
will go away.
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