please would you just talk to me,
in this house the walls wont let me breathe,
the clockworks making noise again,
the old electronics are crackling again,
so please would you just talk to me,
ive never liked the silence,
although pin drop quiet is louder than sirens,
a conversation would cut through this ultraviolence,
id even let you fight with me,
tell me im wrong tell me anything,
and yeah i've got my neck open to
breathe,
yes we could just sink in deep,
i know its passion you want secretly,
but i need words just talk to me,
make me laugh let it echo in the hallway,
make me cry let the neighbors think you've hurt me,
at least we'll all be at peace,
your silence wouldn't have brought me down to my knees.
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Not Afraid Of The Rush
PoetryNot Afraid Of The Rush is the title of my comeback 10th poetry collection that follows a thrill in a change of life. My life has done a full 180 in the last year and as much as it has hurt me at times, ive never been scared to take them on. This is...
