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Esteban Marquez Mar 2015
Filled to the brink with despair,
Everything will be okay he says,
Like when he says I love you in the silence of making love,
But it's always enough,
Mentally always call his bluff,
Like when his mind is a little rough filled with thoughts,
Is everything okay, yeah babe,
I could see it in his eyes,
They cry evaporating tears to later rain fear in the upcoming days,

She usually knows what to say,
Except for when I am this way,
Always looking with prying eyes,
Saying things unwise,
Far from relevance, she's Heaven-sent,
But lacks the right words that'd be better spent in other events,
But I love her even though the words don't always hit home when she moans followed by a silent groan,

When the two are in the zone,
Synchronicity blankets them like elasticity,
When differences are met,
Words are words,
No longer loaded with emotion, causing commotion within,
Creating doubts from every word that leaves the mouth,
Like clutter, like leaves in the fall occupying space that looks better erased,
This is the human race,
Ups and downs like a roller coaster,
Like a ride all good things come to an end,
Sometimes words aren't of need to be spent,
Listen close and let silence be your sentence cause the beat of the heart speaks the loudest

— The End —