Nothing comprises this world
Except undetermined words
Spoken only to fail his master
Hate strangely creep
Confusion sets in the heart of the uncertain
Helplessness leaves us tainted
The lack of hope makes us fragile
Nothing comprises this world except failed hearts
Never attempting, never risking
But how did I not see
The beauty that lies
Right under my eyes
My words may be unspoken but they are heard
They may not be real, yet they are not lies
I have never seen you as you are now to me
Thus with all these strangeness
I shall never speak again...
*****
Silence is the lack of audible sound
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