Your Silence

I like your silence
And the volume at which it speaks
Its honesty emits a truth which words sometimes forget
The sound of silence can be deafening for some
Pregnant pauses become overdue until something must be said

You could be cruel
You could be kind
You could also be mistaken

You pick your pauses so carefully that what follows must be heard
Flooding our ears with unthoughtful words is emotional pollution
Have a moment of silence
Breathe and stop
Wait and see
Choose your battles carefully

Your tongue rests with angels in spite of all the hell it could awaken
I may not always understand your silence, but I know where it comes from
Birthed in a place of patience
Raised with peace of mind
Walked a mile with empathy
The space between your words reveals what words can’t

For every Speaker, there is a Listener
For every word, one must be heard

I see your silence
I can still hear what you mean
I feel your silence
When I can understand your heart

Set The Pace

I can hear you loud and clear from a mile away, and the volume only escalates as you draw near.
Sometimes words just can’t keep up with the pace of our embrace.

We transcend the speed of sound when you kiss me.
The way I look at you spells out just how sweet you are to me.

Let the silence set the pace.
The noise only lasts so long.

If we fall for each other and no one’s there to hear it, did we really fall?
They’re not on our frequency no matter how they may try.

When we speak, let it set us free.
Our hearts won’t keep quiet because no one else will do.

Let the silence set the pace.
Time for conversation to take a timeout.

Desire speaks without tongues once you let it in.
Anything I say or do can and will be used to get you excited.

It will be worth it every time I say your name.
Don’t say it unless you mean it.

Let the silence set the pace.

Speak

Speak only if your words are more beautiful than your silence.

Quote: Silence Speaks

Shh…

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Blank

Blank pages fill my head.
Empty lines.
Faded words.
Not a single thought feels unique enough to follow.
Rare enough to seek out.
Elusive sparks go out of their way to miss me.
I can’t express what I don’t know.
And I don’t know what to do with myself in times like these.
I wish I had someone to speak to, but it’s too late.
Do I let it go & feign being carefree?
Or do I push on & try to correct this aimless night?

Looking at nothing makes my eyes burn.
So I’m standing on my balcony, staring out into the crackling sky.
It’s 3:23 & I don’t know why I feel this way.
When I can’t think, I describe.
It troubles me, this silence that usually soothes my soul.
All it does is make me restless.
I just need something.
Something to hold.
Something sure.
Something.

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