In Silence
We could just sit here
and talk without a single word
you feel me in the palm of your hand
and in the silence we understand
a communication even beyond the mind
but a communication lost over time
folded an list in pages, text, and script
its emotions and meanings that our words restrict
looking in, your eyes bece an endless hall
and walking through I know it all
but you washed me out when you cried
because you've never had this feeling inside
its exciting, it's addicting, it's holy and foreign
and too easy to ignore the warning:
In silence the lovers can stay amused
but in silence time can be abused
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