At night-times like this
I use to put my finger on
the artery of silence
and listen to the cracks
between words and the unspoken,
for the blood drops are its pauses
speaking in the tongue
of slumbering stones,
keep on chanting
a song with a beck:
"live on love, live on love."

As the teardrops continue to fall on the windowpane
While hugging her knees she weeps in pain
There are words tangled up in her tongue
But the fear catches up with her
And those words remained unbothered

If these words are like goals
You could easily think of it
But to get there, you should risk
Words that she's always yearned to tell the world
Words that could make the man she loves stay.

If she only had the courage to tell these to him
She could have stopped him from leaving
But the fear clutches on her arms
Trying to tear them apart
Trying to hid the words that she should have spoken

As she watched the skies tear, she also weeped
And through the thin air, she whispered;
“I love you and I always will.”