I like the words we do not say.
But rather speak through gestures.
The love that's brought through display.
And not spoken to us like lectures.

A kind smile and someones heartfelt tries,
is always a good way to heal,
a fractured heart and swollen eyes;
for those of us that prefer the real.

Words that do not have follow through.
Are as useless as they come.
If you and your words are untrue...
Then I suppose we here are done.

I like the words we do not have to say.
Rather, the ones we can speak through gestures.
I want the kind of love that's brought through display.
For I'm finished with your lectures.

Oh, how I ponder
about all thee days
that I sit in this room,
writing words
no one will ever read.
The ones I keep locked up
in a journal on my bed stand.
The ones I read to myself
wondering if others
will ever understand.
I write
all that I am
with ink and pointed led.
I write
all my feelings,
hoping that one day
I'll have the courage
and they'll be said.
For all I am is a writer,
locked up in my own head,
praying someone will see me
and free the words that'll never be read.

You took your lips,
dipped them in ink.
Then you stole my stories,
and spilled them to the world.



9-4-2016
-Ravanna Dee

Why can't we all look at life with a twinkle in our eyes?