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A short story of complicated love expressed through the voice of poetry. |
| He's speaking to me in broken english His communication fails A combination of words and gestures None of it makes sense A spur of fire and ice Flames beneath the sea And his eyes are soft His words are rough He hears but doesn't listen He looks but doesn't see Dancing like the deaf It's beautiful but broken Screaming of hate Confessing to love If he would just stop Just stop before he hits the wall Then he would see That though I don't understand it His broken english comforts me |