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Sound. If only there were sound. You have grown weary of words And all I want is an explosion. Sound, Make a sound- I’ll listen to the notes and crescendo and rubato Of your voice If only you would speak If I must scream until your ears go numb And unfold my anger in a river thicker Than molten lava, I will singe your skin Until you listen- Sound. Just a word, Just a chord Just a plea, if it must be And perhaps we can stitch the threadbare seam That now divides us. I no longer understand the twist of your shoulders Or the angle of your eyelashes Like I once did. *You can whisper. You can wait. Please, Don’t be afraid.* Or else the silence will one day Break me
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Nov 13, 2011
Nov 13, 2011 at 11:53 PM UTC
Sound
Sound. If only there were sound. You have grown weary of words And all I want is an explosion. Sound, Make a sound- I’ll listen to the notes and crescendo and rubato Of your voice If only you would speak If I must scream until your ears go numb And unfold my anger in a river thicker Than molten lava, I will singe your skin Until you listen- Sound. Just a word, Just a chord Just a plea, if it must be And perhaps we can stitch the threadbare seam That now divides us. I no longer understand the twist of your shoulders Or the angle of your eyelashes Like I once did. *You can whisper. You can wait. Please, Don’t be afraid.* Or else the silence will one day Break me
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Nov 13, 2011
Nov 13, 2011 at 11:53 PM UTC
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