A tongue so afraid to speak, <br />the language of a heart <br />that is meek. <br />A profound written by hand, <br />across an empty page <br />but still dumbfound. <br />Words lost, where have you gone? <br />to an ink once bold, <br />now bashful of its own thoughts.<br /><br />Marie Joyce B. Negapatan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-482/
