Hear We HeArt by Gorgi J

But you shake your head, and he takes your hands and he makes words with them.

He gives you a name a human name that sounds lyrical and not harsh like your mere name.

You fall in love with your prince as you grow

But when you are both fifteen he suddenly has to leave.

And your voice is cut again when there is no one to understand the words that come from every flick of your wrist and curve of your fingers.