Silence

 
It hurts when your words

Possess no form;
Your hidden words like thorns
Prick deep in my soul.
Crucified by your silence
I cry in agony.

If I ever made you mad

Just fire it off;
No matter what you say
It won’t hurt so long.
If you are troubled
Just let me know;
I’ll be glad to help
Just so you know.

You keep silence for ages

And I’ll be dying inside.
Once your words are mute,
I tend to hear them in vain.
I’ll drown deep in woes
For the rest of my life.

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