15 of 30

If I let the keys talk

and learn to keep my

shoes silent

the words will unfold

like paper cranes

the prayers will float

or fly above the sea

it will always be the Atlantic

home

is where I put my feet in water

home

is where the books are

if I let the keys do all

the clicking

and glance over at the picture

hung above my bed

you will get my dreams

and I will not know how

to take back all of the things

I never said

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About amyleighcutler

Writer, dancer, vagabond extraordinaire
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