Silence is said to be the loudest sound.
Years of enjoyment shadowed by impending doom.
The smoke filling every room
She loved the smell of the exhaust
And never thought of the cost
The burn she would feel in the back of her throat
Her favorite part, she would gloat
The rush from the nicotine
The soft, happy tickling
The itch of addiction that had to be scratched
Unsuspecting, she quickly became attached
Uncaring and inhaling
Her lungs were failing
She knew this now after only thirty-two
Silence is said to be the loudest sound.
If she were able to speak, she would tell you.

The story is always the same
A young girl gives her heart
She lets herself go insane
And they end up apart

He gave me true lust
I loved His kisses and His touch
I held Him in secret
And it was our little game

We played like children
Meaningless promises
Blushing gazes
Every night a new adventure

He could have had me
A willingness no other possessed
Until my honesty turned to poison
And I became His yesterday

Spoken words meant nothing
The game was only that
But He played it too well
Now the violent end has come

He thinks He won
But the most harmful of all
Was the act I did myself,
Letting Him into my life

People cling to the past
Over the years we feel regret
And those emotions last forever
Until we decide to let them go

We release regret by forgiveness
And although it takes tears
We feel the heavy burden lift
And forget our sorrows