Of all the people that I've met
Of all the years that I have had
It stuck with me to go through all
I guess the silence isn't so bad
When not a single soul was there
To hold me up as I fell down
This true old companion of mine
Was there to set my falling crown
As I let my life fade by
Sitting under the cypress tree
It sat with me on the bench
To share my painful infinity
The shooting stars would often be
Aghast at my burnt loneliness
Little did they know back then
I've got a friend to clean my mess
One day my life came to my door
All withered, lonely, ragged and sad
It smiled gently and whispered so
"I guess the silence isn't so bad"
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PoetryHighest Achievement - #7 in poetry [Oct 3, 2016] ~Nostalgia~ It's delicate, but potent. The pain from an old wound. A twinge in your heart.. Far more powerful than memory alone A feeling of a place Where we... Ache To Go Again. -My thoughts. My word...
