[18 July, 2020]
8:44 Pm.P. S Stares speak, or so I believe.
And silence is the most simple
and beautiful song.But sometimes. Silence gets confusing too.
I wonder how long it will take,
To learn to ignore my heart.
And perhaps pretend,
That it doesn't beat so fast,
When it does.I've bitten my lips so many times;
A bad habbit from childhood.
And sighed. Quite usual.
When such feelings
settle down in my heart.I wonder if you know,
What emotions are painted inside.Or what I see, when I dare to stare.
I taught myself to read silence.
And my gaze, it speaks a lot.
Maybe even, too much.Hard though I try,
I can't help but wonder,
What such stares speak.Is it a sweet song,
Or unspeakable secrets,
Awaiting to be whispered?If one silence could make sense,
For it always did, but now.
It is a forgien language,
That I just can't understand.And it's harder,
To let my own gaze speak
the same silence.Do you hear?
Words have never been harder to form.
Only beacuse I never spoke them with such care.
You understand, do you? I simply must.Or it would get all tangled.
How can anyone grasp meaning behind
unspoken words? But isn't it harder,
When the words are spoken
through silent stares?I try to keep mine simple.
So that the message seems clear
enough to be understood.But silence has never felt more complicated,
Since the day I got stared back.
YOU ARE READING
Songs That My Heart Sings. ✔️
Poezja*Here are some songs that my heart sang.* Broken, battered, but beautiful, I hope you get to see this book as I do. For it whispers secrets that were never said, and carries a bittersweet taste. And a promise, of everlasting hope. Lets trace these p...