I crave your voice, not the kind
wrapped in a present, or the kind
hiding behind a wall,
but your kind voice in an embrace with my heart,
in an embrace with all my emotions and feelings,
to hold them in your voice and heart and say,
something.
Anything.
But silence you always were.
Because isn't that what silence is for?
A space of unspoken words tangled with
auras of wild and colourful emotions beating
in our chests.
Hasn't silence always not been
Silent?
But what I need, what I want is not your closed lips,
or time to stop or any fancy words to present you
in the best present possible,
I crave your voice.
YOU ARE READING
No one Gives a Damn
PoetryPoems I have written about feelings and things no one probably gives a damn about. I'm on Facebook as The Writer. (Nevermind, no one gives a damn anyway)
