Escape of Thought

Crooked with his smile.

Soft with his voice.

Gentle as a gentle should be.

Crippled thoughts escapes.

Handsome as Handsome should be.

Walking, aiming to nowhere.

You start to speak with silent words.

To no one in particular and to Someone.

Faded jeans you remember.

Will you ever get the chance?

Keep on talking..

Maybe you’ll find someone to hear.

Keep talking .. don’t stop.

 

On the courtsey of Bruno’s “Talking to the Moon” and P0ach‘s Picture below:

-Esperanza Writes

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