Her Thoughts

As she stood reciting a soliloquy of her thoughts digging deep just like her pain that runs the same way maybe just maybe he would care to learn the alphabets to her words which will lead to the story of her soul She was poetry but he couldn't read... Or maybe he can read but chooses not to. Once given the knowledge it's hard to deny it and sometimes it's easier to ignore what you know in silence. Is it her that reads too much? Intrigued by discovery Willing to open herself to him but he's out of touch He's blind because his love doesn't belong to her and he won't see it any other way This is more than English class this is life's composition it is clear that if he could choose his reality would still belong to the life he created with his wife While I only have moments his wife has his forever There's a reason he can't read my poetry He's reading pages from another book