In Silence

Mon, 07/01/2013 - 00:54 -- mak003

We could just sit here

and talk without a single word

you feel me in the palm of your hand

and in the silence we understand

a communication even beyond the mind

but a communication lost over time

folded an list in pages, text, and script

its emotions and meanings that our words restrict

looking in, your eyes bece an endless hall 

and walking through I know it all

but you washed me out when you cried

because you've never had this feeling inside

its exciting, it's addicting, it's holy and foreign  

and too easy to ignore the warning: 

In silence the lovers can stay amused 

but in silence time can be abused


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