There are no shapes that can be formed by my lips
No position that I can place my tongue in
And nothing I can make my throat do
To express what begs to be heard.
There are no brushstrokes,
No lines and no dots that can convey
What is brimming inside me.
Even the loudest sound
Echoing off the bouncing of a string
Or from air colliding through a brass chamber
Would fail to touch what I wish to utter.
No vibration
No frequency
No wavelength nor amplitude
Could even come close to the
silence that emits from the apertures of my face,
a silence so total
and a heart so raw
Even the strongest attraction
At the most microscopic level
Would crumble before
this.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 10:10 PM UTC
There are no shapes that can be formed by my lips
No position that I can place my tongue in
And nothing I can make my throat do
To express what begs to be heard.
There are no brushstrokes,
No lines and no dots that can convey
What is brimming inside me.
Even the loudest sound
Echoing off the bouncing of a string
Or from air colliding through a brass chamber
Would fail to touch what I wish to utter.
No vibration
No frequency
No wavelength nor amplitude
Could even come close to the
silence that emits from the apertures of my face,
a silence so total
and a heart so raw
Even the strongest attraction
At the most microscopic level
Would crumble before
this.
