Sweet, satiable, silence,
inaction being dissected,
everything under a microscope.
The once eloquent vocabulary
replaced by the pins dropping in a room filled with no one.
Smiles no longer appear
laughter is no longer heard.
A needle and thread through the lips
pull it shut and tie the knot.
The words spoken should have been heeded as a warning,
yes and no, leaving no room for misinterpretation,
but those ears were closed too,
reciprocate the results.
Wasted breath is not an option
I will close the once opened doors to my heart.
My words meant nothing,
so enjoy my silence.
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Comments (2)
Oh, snap! hope he enjoys the silence!
Oh what a powerful perspective.