Jul 2022
Here still, words like hair unkempt,
Potent poison taking slowly to the grave,
The heart, in its silent scream,
Perhaps a last ditch will amount,
To fruitful ends, honey and milk,
How lithely you go about,
I melt,
Love is without words,
A mute man's voice,
And here silence to the deaf.
Potent poison taking slowly to the grave,
The heart, in its silent scream,
Perhaps a last ditch will amount,
To fruitful ends, honey and milk,
How lithely you go about,
I melt,
Love is without words,
A mute man's voice,
And here silence to the deaf.
I have sat still, with all this love inside, why I could not share with you is unknown, maybe it's fear, maybe you won't love me
