Your words

You talk too much and listen too little,
That makes me feel so stifle and brittle,
You spit words like a dragon spits fire,
You speak over us like in a choir.

You overwhelm me with your endless thoughts,
Just like mosquitos, there are lots and lots.
And you can never keep them for yourself,
You can not put them on a dusty shelf.

The more you say, the less I can listen,
When you come to me, I feel a frisson,
My words become ash when I hear your voice,
But day after day, I don't have a choice.

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