There was a beauty
to her secure silence.
I came upon it the first day.
And I knew she had what to say.
She was the pretty girl.
with the black hair and large eyes.
Words would have betrayed
All those eyes wade.
---
There was so much innocence
in that silent face.
It made me doubt
what speech was about.
So many secrets were
displayed there.
More than a word astray
can actually betray.
---
I watched her
through hopeful eyes.
Wondering if she'd rise above
with the right amount of love.
She reserved a space
in my bleeding heart.
She was the sweat of my pursuit
The girl who's selective mute.
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Rachel Steinmetz
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