Silence
When the heart stops beating, the lungs stop breathing
The footsteps, they are no more
Hands no longer snap, clap, wave
Vocal chords no longer vibrate
Mouths no longer twist these vibrations to word
Laughter is gone, as are the tears
Sobs, they are no more
Noses, no longer blown
A conspiratorial whisper is history
Teeth rest still in the cold
Dead.
Jan 29, 2012
Jan 29, 2012 at 5:24 PM UTC
Silence
When the heart stops beating, the lungs stop breathing
The footsteps, they are no more
Hands no longer snap, clap, wave
Vocal chords no longer vibrate
Mouths no longer twist these vibrations to word
Laughter is gone, as are the tears
Sobs, they are no more
Noses, no longer blown
A conspiratorial whisper is history
Teeth rest still in the cold
Dead.
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