So many thoughts to write,
without the voice to place.
So many thoughts with which are left unspoken,
cloud the heart left incased.
Perhaps these shackled thoughts
interlaced themselves around the tongue,
for no words can be spoken.
With the look from his eyes,
all the words border the bridge of her lips,
held shut so tightly,
and silence becomes once more.
To fathom the power of thoughts,
can be tested with the reign of time
raging behind them.
How long has it been?
The days escape she who is held
within the grasp of his eyes,
and to what is this compared?
A lock without a key, maybe...?
At one time,
it was time to run.
However, now,
with arms open in welcome,
the thoughts are here to stay.
For when his eyes look through once more,
the words,
"I love you"
will spill from her lips,
once too afraid to speak.

She's drowning,
blissfully.
In silent harmonies,
she screams.
No words are spoken,
left unsaid.
No air is given,
left displaced.
He can't hear her,
he never tried.
He can't see her,
evanescent in the light.
A memory forgotten once more,
but without purpose,
she is nothing more.
She's died,
in consecutive pursuits of him.
Why is she always chasing him?
Why is it her heart pines for him?
The curiosities plague her,
as does he,
but such thoughts are useless,
when they partake on one sided doubts.
She's drowning,
kindly.
Beneath the eyes of emerald,
meaning is washed away in salt.
Those eyes,
those emerald eyes,
pain stricken with anguish,
they're broken.
Irises cracked with emptiness,
cloaked by oblivion,
and painted by stars.
Her eyes gleam with a tear of hope,
what if...
what if...
The night hovers just beyond the window,
enveloping the sky with sweet nothings,
and whispering sorrows.
Her heart beats,
softly.
thump thump.
thump thump.
And slowly,
so slowly,
She closes her eyes,
one
last
time.
She's  drowned.