Silence, my silence,
My voiceless words that would ne'er be said,
My heart keeps on beating, but my mouth can't start speaking,
Yet, somehow, you have found yourself in my head.
Silence, my silence,
Waxing words whispered within waning dreams,
My fragile ember of hope was born through this scope,
For you, my hidden, silent soul gently gleams.
My silence, my eternal silence,
I hope that one day you will know,
But I fear this will all be like the snow.
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Book of Dreams
PoetryThis is going to be a poem collection: some happy, some sad, and other to make you wonder. Each one has been rooted in some kind of dream I had or just a thought bubble I've been stuck on. Please give feedback, it would be the best way for me to imp...
