Silence
Silence By Keshayla Jones
I am quiet
He is quiet
Words have yet to be spoken
It leangers upon each breath we take
Like the promises you once yearned to keep
I weep from the pain
The pain tucked underneath
Thou I am weak
Weak of knowledge
But strong of my pride
More than the sarrow
Trusted with my faith
And brung up as a women
A women whom is proud of her name
I am proud, proud to be me
I am free
Free from all
Inculding you
You who looked and looked away
You who smiled and laugh
Laughed at me
Me who gave you the attention
For what
For why
For Love
Love that was blinding
So sweet but silent
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