Silent I sit,
With my lips sealed;
Waiting for someone,
To let out the hidden scream.The world passes as a blur,
A rather big one;
Who are they, and where do they go,
Without waiting for anyone?I find myself sitting on this bench,
As the sky cries its silent tears;
Perhaps it too want someone,
And so I give it company.Where is the button to pause?
To hold the moment for a while,
To just have someone;
Sitting by my side.The rain is now fading,
Perhaps having found its solitude;
And so I now remain alone,
Waiting for mine.~☆~✧~✧~☆~
It is in the silence that we hear the sound of our hearts ~
Anna
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Inks of Heart
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