silent
silent is the night
as silent as the tears that drip into your open hand
loud is my heart
beating a primal tatto against my chest
soft is my voice
softly singing in the dark
gentle are my hands
gently clasped together
swift is the razor
swiftly drawing crimson lines down my arms
sweet is you
who captures every tear,every drop of my pain
but sad are my eyes
opening to find you don't exist
you, the angel from my dreams
by
meltedsnowmanposted on 04/23/2008
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