I hear a complaint in your silence,
a naivety in your voice,
A prize in your smile.
Prizes I get rarely, complaints I hear a lot
Sometimes I can hear
the music of your thoughts.
And I wonder at the silence
of the universe.
yet how no one is truly silent at heart.
Complaints break into melodies
whenever your lips break apart.
Unaware you are, just sitting there
Blinking your eyes, like shots fired
at a marathon start.
Each shot ends up killing me
and tearing me apart.
a naivety in your voice,
A prize in your smile.
Prizes I get rarely, complaints I hear a lot
Sometimes I can hear
the music of your thoughts.
And I wonder at the silence
of the universe.
yet how no one is truly silent at heart.
Complaints break into melodies
whenever your lips break apart.
Unaware you are, just sitting there
Blinking your eyes, like shots fired
at a marathon start.
Each shot ends up killing me
and tearing me apart.
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