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Anileda Jun 28
Is silence truly what I long for
Is it simply a stopped heartbeat away
Or is it a fragment of my dreams
Knowingly unreached
Unbothered, unshaken by reality

Without sound there is no silence
Or so they say
Though they say a lot
Too much actually

Wordless actions, stilled, thoughts, stunned words
My brain overflowing
My heart yearning for more
Forever incomplete

Days drag on
What would everything stop for
Answers never pictured
Cause there is no such thing as

Complete and utter
Silence
Anileda Sep 10
Look me in my eyes.
Tell me.
Please don’t let them wander,
rather closer than beyond her.
Then you might find me, hidden,
between thoughts that are forbidden.

Look me in my eyes.
Don’t confess.
Cause truth be told,
even as you’d realise what I hide,
it wouldn’t **** you from inside,
and that reality is too much to hold.

Look me in my eyes.
Hold me.
Only if you see my dire,
pull me in your arms,
smother the fire.
Crush my distress,
like never before,
and put my fears to rest.

Look me in my eyes.
Don’t stop.
When they will start pooling,
promise me you won’t look away.
Instead, ease my breathing,
softly wipe my tears.
Gaze into the fog
and help me clear it.

Look me in my eyes.
Know me.
Despite all these passed years,
did you really never hear
the silenced screams in my ears?

After all,
you’ll slightly shake your head,
completely unaware of the difference
between me and the person
you’re looking at.
Anileda Sep 10
Tears in my eyes
Blurred my vision of life
Fake ways to survive
Through laughter and lies

Tears in my eyes
And a mind run dry
I’d give anything to compromise
And wish that part of me would die

Tears in my eyes
But I don’t cry no more
Been there, done that,
One too many times before

Tears in my eyes
Yet I see clearer than ever
Everything comes in disguise
And nothing lasts forever
Anileda Sep 10
If I were to write
about everything we deserve,

everything we lost,
everything we didn’t get.

Would the alphabet suffice?
Would the words ever stop?

Supposing they would,
when and where would they end?

With our life
or when our will ceases to exist?

— The End —