The perfect environment to fall in love, Deeply in love with the Silence... As if the poet is dancing to the tune of the Angels Hand in hand with the faceless hands of the clock... A silent war inside where neither pain nor joy are allowed to scream... Like the monster hiding behind a that mask of a little girl!!! He wonders if emotions were like rolling stones, Would they really gather no mass at all? Or is it the threads pulling the stone from behind That hurt the emotions or is it the mas gathered in the tiny heart that hurts more? Will it wreck the self, if contained or wreck someone else if it were to roll out? Dead silence as if the entire world has gone on a vacation to the lands of silence... Like the definition of the silence dominates the definition of screams Contained within the heart are the screams of myself... The HE born again and again to the emotions, as the time rolls by Putting on the mask of dead silence, to enact the great play !!!
Posted on: Sat, 12 Jul 2014 06:11:19 +0000
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