Not much for words today
Silence will have to do.
But you know this as soon as she looks at you,
And so you touch her cheek.
And lean in close
The loudest love without
A sound.
Not much for words today
Silence will have to do.
But you know this as soon as she looks at you,
And so you touch her cheek.
And lean in close
The loudest love without
A sound.
She sighs softly.
Don’t give up on me.
Don’t give up on me.
I have been fire, I have been ice.
I have been everything in-between.
I’ve been the sun, I’ve been the moon.
All of those times I have felt insane.
I have been alone in the crowd. I have been alone with myself.
I have felt alive in the crowd.
I have felt alive on my own.
I have been the instruments and the voice;
The noise itself.
I have been silence. Nothing but silence.
And I have caught myself when I have fallen.
Don’t give up on me.
The noise of traffic drowns out the sound
Of birds singing at my windowsill.
The silent strength of the trees remains rooted
Nonetheless.
Sometimes you
Bare your soul
And there is silence.
You do not know whether they think you are an
Idiot
Or they just do not know what to say.
So you wrap yourself back up knowing
That you are brave and beautiful regardless.
Let them be them and you be you.
There is no right or wrong in the realm of
feelings.
I never heard a silence
So loud
As the moment
Your heart
Stopped
Oh
To sit in silence and welcome
The sunrise with you again
Many hours
Even music cannot fill the darkness.
So in silence I sit,
In silence
I am full.
Many days my heart is too heavy,
My sight barricades itself
I have not the strength to lift
My
Pen and place it to paper
Or my eyes to sunlight.
I sit in darkness.
In darkness I rest.
And I sink
Beyond my knees to earth.
Beyond touch of hand
Or restless thoughts
Where I lie.
For I do not even whisper there,
I do not not even cry.
The wild ones.
You look at them and see untamed
Savages
Yet
You hide your tears and cry in secrecy
Wishing you too
Would be free.
On this day I am feeling melancholy.
I cannot speak.
It is as if my hands are lead
And my feet do dread
Every step.
My eyes have forgotten how sweetly
They can see.
Even though the sun rises to
Caress my heart and remind me
I am alive.
My body screams
As it talks to itself
Misinterpreting every word.
My breath does not delight in the pleasure of
Breathing
This day.
Silence is my
Classroom.
Stillness is my
Teacher.