They're not words

MUTE

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She doesn't speak.

I've never heard a syllable

loll out on her tongue,

never a word reaching my ears,

never a voice escaping her throat.

She smiles when i tell a joke

and her silent laughs do reach her eyes,

her lashes fanned over her red cheeks

and a ghost of dimples near her lips.

She touches me, hugs me

I find no insecurities in her walk

or shyness in her hands,

she's as beautiful and strong as one can be.

She glares when someone insults her,

she'd hit people when it hurt too much,

so i know she can fight, and she does;

her war-cry is just nonexistent.

She cries when she can't find comfort

and she holds me when I feel lost,

she loves me, and she hates me too sometimes

she knows how to feel, she is alive.

She breaks down, she gets confused too,

she gets crazy, she gets excited,

she becomes angry and sad just like everyone else.

She isn't different, or abnormal,

or a freak, a weirdo;

there is nothing wrong with her.

She just doesn't speak.

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(Ques: why do you think she doesn't speak?? leave comments please.)

oh my god i missed you guys so much!! i'm so glad i'm back and posting again. first of all sorry for not posting sooner. secondly thanks to everyone who've supported me and my poems so far, yo mean a lot to me.

i have been writing lesser around this time. like usually at an average i wrote like 6 poems a month at least, but this month i wrote only 2 which is a bit.... idk how to feel about it. but nonetheless i have a short story ready and done which i still have no ideaa when i'll be posting, and i have another poetry book i'm posting in like 15 min. or something. so please go check out FAIRYTALE.

again thanks for dropping. please vote and comment. i'm open to all kinds of criticism and suggestions.

Love

Bhorum xx