sometimes,
my silence tells more than my words
and my throat is caught up
in a whisper
a crystallised murmur of something
i can't quite explain.
often,
our hopeless colloquy ebbs away
and my fingers desperately
reach out for you
but you are worlds away and we are separated by something
i can't quite explain.
always,
you promise as you fade from sight
we will overcome our pain
but our voices are stifled- a chasm of emptiness
an irrevocable feeling
i can't quite explain.
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 3:29 PM UTC
sometimes,
my silence tells more than my words
and my throat is caught up
in a whisper
a crystallised murmur of something
i can't quite explain.
often,
our hopeless colloquy ebbs away
and my fingers desperately
reach out for you
but you are worlds away and we are separated by something
i can't quite explain.
always,
you promise as you fade from sight
we will overcome our pain
but our voices are stifled- a chasm of emptiness
an irrevocable feeling
i can't quite explain.
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