I so counted on you
to create art of my feelings.
But strangely
I could not feel myself
in your painting.

I so counted on you
to make music of my words.
But unfortunately
I could not hear myself
in your song.

So I stopped feeling
and I stopped speaking.
In the ensuing silence
I perfectly understood
who your song and your painting
were really about.

– © november child-
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