new lyrics/poem
Silence wrings its nervous hands
around each breath and heartbeat
twisting meaning out of hesitations,
confessions out of rustling sleeves.
how did it come to this, my dear?
lashing our tongues with switches
pulled from all the years
rooted deep beneath yellowed bruises.
just speak to me, please.
Silence paints our veneer bitter
until we are too old
to feel or to care
if we are drowsy in the cold.
where are we, my love. are we lost?
I only see raindrenched leaves
slipping off water like a summer dress
drenching us beneath a passing breeze
just speak to me, please.



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