Quieter than usual,
The silence that stretched on for a mile, Rethinking all that it destructed before it even got the chance to bloom,
The real enemy was not you,
It was not me,
It was the time we wasted, afraid of all the chances we did not take, of all the measures we deemed unsuitable because they did not assure us with its guarantee.
So I ask, did we really need a signed guarantee to hold hands and make amends even if we did not get far enough?
Did we really need something or someone to tell you we were not enough?
YOU ARE READING
Silent Commotion
Teen FictionTales of everything said and unsaid, everything heard and unheard, everything wanted and unwanted, everything and nothing; all at once.
