Not a word has gone by, not the sound of a person's breath; nor a the sons of their heart beat. Silence is what I'm afraid of; but yet, it's gives me solitude. I guess that means there are different kinds of quietness. What I'm afraid of the most is when it will be silent forever. When I well never be able to hear the sweet sounds of their voice, witness the words they say. Not even watch the beautiful mess I just happened to fall in love with. Silence is what I'm scared of, not that I might lose them forever; I can handle that. But I cannot stand listening to the nothingness that has has been bestowed upon me. Silence is the death that is soon to come to me.
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 8:54 PM UTC
Not a word has gone by, not the sound of a person's breath; nor a the sons of their heart beat. Silence is what I'm afraid of; but yet, it's gives me solitude. I guess that means there are different kinds of quietness. What I'm afraid of the most is when it will be silent forever. When I well never be able to hear the sweet sounds of their voice, witness the words they say. Not even watch the beautiful mess I just happened to fall in love with. Silence is what I'm scared of, not that I might lose them forever; I can handle that. But I cannot stand listening to the nothingness that has has been bestowed upon me. Silence is the death that is soon to come to me.
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