
The echoes of my silence stay,
Drifting softly, night and day.
Words I held but never spoke,
Like whispers wrapped in curls of smoke.
I never said, "I needed you,"
Or that your touch could pull me through.
I never let my heart explain
Why I still searched for you in rain.
The letters I began to write
Lay folded, hidden from the light.
Each line a truth I feared to show,
A love I lost but couldn’t let go.
Now memories knock—too late, too loud,
A voice dissolved into the crowd.
If I could turn the time instead,
I'd say the things I left unsaid.
We have walked out in many situations without a word being said, not that we were weak but because our sum total of feelings was heavy than words could convey
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Astone Zulu
I weave emotions into words, turning thoughts into poetry and understanding the human mind through psychology. Join me in exploring the beauty of language and the depth of the soul




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