My silence is also my grief,
Forgive me my discretion.
It fails me to talk with you,
To mention your transgression.
It fails me to restore you
To where I once adored you.
It deems me guilty,
guilty,
without a choice,
without a voice.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 5:22 PM UTC
My silence is also my grief,
Forgive me my discretion.
It fails me to talk with you,
To mention your transgression.
It fails me to restore you
To where I once adored you.
It deems me guilty,
guilty,
without a choice,
without a voice.
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