The Tell!

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My words, have a tell, no need to read between the lines, meaningful words reveals itself, in transparent ink. My heart is the ink, giving words its meaning. My words pen black and white, my love telling, painted in vivid color. Some say, my words are out spoken, but what eyes fail to understand; my words would never have meaning, if my heart didn’t have a tell. Growing up, my heart and soul lived in introverted space. Within time and silence, between seen and not heard; living and being. Even then, living in plain sight, my heart had a tell, but drowned out by the silence. Those words are these, what I’m here telling. For too long, every heartbeat was content, living a silent life. Then one day, the silence within my heart was pierced, my words bled onto the canvas, unmistakable now the tell. Many think, it’s the eyes that sees telltale signs, but, how can you read a book, that knows how to hide its most significant verses of its tell, in introverted spaces? My tell is this, these words, my heart is telling. In every prose, underlined pages of my soul, emphasized words; my telltale witness. Life, gives every soul a story to tell, ever syllable its own tale, love getting the glory. My love is telling, and it leaves my heart, exposed!

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  1. “Within time and silence, between seen and not heard; living and being. Even then, living in plain sight, my heart had a tell.”
    Life is worth the “telling,” is it not, my friend? Your words are like roots running deep within the soul.

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