silence is a telling voice
gentle hearts do hear
with hush of bated breath,
as season’s end,
inner tides grow low
longing eyes whisper
in wordless tears
the passing of love
grown cold
raindrops taste
like wistful tears,
without the ache
when your sky comes falling down ...
wild is the wind
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 10:24 AM UTC
silence is a telling voice
gentle hearts do hear
with hush of bated breath,
as season’s end,
inner tides grow low
longing eyes whisper
in wordless tears
the passing of love
grown cold
raindrops taste
like wistful tears,
without the ache
when your sky comes falling down ...
wild is the wind
it's hard to say when you love someone
but it's harder to say you don't
when you discover someone loves you
for all that you are not
