Silent Waves

Your face making headway

My mind remained quiet

I looked for the treasured whispers

And the round echoes

broken silence and sound ghosts

Is this glass to blame?

For its very biting pours

Sliding through my heart

Numbers upon untold numbers

Mending threads cutting every scar

Can I be that tough and cry in the dark

Until the smile blinks in the broken sky

Like the ring of gold turning black


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