Sunday, November 14, 2010

Silence

This silence, it is eerie, it's messing with my head
If only you would talk to me you'd put my fears to bed
But as long as it is silent, I'll always have my doubts
And doubts are what is killing me with tears and fears and pouts.
Do you truely love me, or do you truely not
I want to know what's in your head, to see your every thought
I wish to understand you, to avoid foolish mistakes
To see when I've annoyed you, and not put us at stake
I do my dear, I love you, They're words I need not say
But I share them with you anyway to keep my heart at bay

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