search for hope in a soft voice
and yell at yourself
whispering lingers far
too easily misinterpreted
the words you need wait lined up before you
not in a face
not on your tongue
not in a thousand million shouts
but in as many days
For where your treasure is
getting a haircut
moving away
failing to notice
your heart will be also.
Don't put your hope on my shoulders
because they slant down
and that's the way they were made
and no matter how much i work out
that will never change.
if i knew what to say i would have spoken louder.
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