Speaking nothing, but saying still
What words cannot describe;
The sound of silence teaches
You the language of the eyes.
For though the girl spoke not a word
Of her own living hell,
Look closely and you will see
How hard she really fell.
And then that boy, so young in age,
Just couldn't tell her how
His feeling hurt for need for her,
But you should see them now.
Walking past each others sides
Without a second glance,
Then both the girl and boy, they think,
"I need another chance."
Yes, silence has a way with words
Unlike its spoken start;
For it displays the feelings hidden
In the broken heart.
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Confessions of a teenage dreamer
PoetryA collection of poems that I decided to randomly write, written anywhere from on the couch, to in a train, to at a restaurant. So you can expect some to be really random. :)
