It may be deafening, not hearing my pleads and cries. Not hearing me nagging and complaining. You might feel relieve and you might say thank you silently. But this silence in me will slowly kill you every night and every day. You will miss all the times I've been loud just to make you laugh, you will miss my crazy jokes. You will miss me. You will miss the sound of my laughters and even the soft murmurs I make as I cry in front of you. You will miss me. You will miss those time I pester you asking if you're okay and saying I'm always here, but I won't do that anymore. Because from now on, I'll be in silence, as I slowly leave you.
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Prose and Rose
PoesíaWords are just words unless you sprinkle love on it. And if there is love, the words you'll read will come to life. It will glow like the sun, shine like the moon, twinkle like the stars, that will leave you in awe and in deep admiration. Here are...
