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It lingers between small talks, things best left unsaid. All that remains is the silence, so dead. Nervous, little peeks when the eyes refuse to meet. That lump in your throat at every heartfelt greet. Staring into empty space like you lost your muse. Why was the courage hidden if it was of no use? The mind begins to burn and the smoke grows thick. It creeps into the heart and makes you sick. The silence then grows with each passing moment. Memories cloud your eyes and make you repent. The tongue begins to sting. So much to be said. Yet, all that ever remains is the silence, so dead. Things remain unsaid when words begin to fail. That excuse you make is just another tall-tale. That tension in the air when you pass each other by. That lump in your throat stays, and you wonder why. Dodging the questions for there are no answers. Wishing for things to go back to the way they were. They still linger between small talks, things which were left unsaid. All that will ever remain is the silence lying dead.
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Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC
Things Left Unsaid
It lingers between small talks, things best left unsaid. All that remains is the silence, so dead. Nervous, little peeks when the eyes refuse to meet. That lump in your throat at every heartfelt greet. Staring into empty space like you lost your muse. Why was the courage hidden if it was of no use? The mind begins to burn and the smoke grows thick. It creeps into the heart and makes you sick. The silence then grows with each passing moment. Memories cloud your eyes and make you repent. The tongue begins to sting. So much to be said. Yet, all that ever remains is the silence, so dead. Things remain unsaid when words begin to fail. That excuse you make is just another tall-tale. That tension in the air when you pass each other by. That lump in your throat stays, and you wonder why. Dodging the questions for there are no answers. Wishing for things to go back to the way they were. They still linger between small talks, things which were left unsaid. All that will ever remain is the silence lying dead.
#silence#small#unsaid#talks
isha-kumar
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isha-kumar
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Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC
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