Tears of silence You make me wet every time One drop every second Slowly and slowly Echoing through the years Pulsing beat by beat Struming along with the river flow Tears of silence You make me want to scream
The rain falls freely Playing beats on my umbrella instinctively The candle burns ferociously Giving my face a glow instinctively The wind swhooshes in abundance Leaving me in a typhoon instinctively We live our lives in ordinance Imprinting this earth instinctively Daily Prompt: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/instinct/
There is a word that makes us utter platitudes A word that only allows accommodation of banal ideas With it as our armour, only triviality survives With it we get stuck in a pattern to write the clichés of our lives For the Daily Prompt: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/pattern/
Sitting on one syllable lines Wondering if you’ll speak those to me These empty nights wake me up My busy mind wanting to know the answer Awaiting a storm, a roar, a clink Not the sounds I’ll hear outside That’s why I’ll just keep sitting on these one syllable lines Until you find the courage … More one syllable lines
you give me a strand of love that I wish to latch on to but I can only give you a strand of silence that you try to escape from when will you realize we’re just connected with broken lines
discovering the unknowns 