You took away all the oceans and all the room.
You gave me my shoe-size in earth with bars around it.
Where did it get you? Nowhere.
You left me my lips, and they shape words, even in silence.
A good listener is not only popular everywhere, but after a while he gets to know something.
People generally quarrel because they cannot argue.
But when evening comes, I return home and go into my library. At the door I take off my muddy…
ooh. sounds like a nasty divorce.no lips left.
the last line is truly the feeling of loss after a relationship. talking in silence. still used to seeing the person even remembering what they would say or how they would react to a situation. still taking. but no one hearing anymore.
And in silence there is freedom
A happier note . . .
When Grandma fell off the boat,
And couldn’t swim (and wouldn’t float),
Matilda just stood by and smiled.
I almost could have slapped the child.