'There's too much silence between the lines and too much truth between the lies'
Silence used to break the walls around us with its loud ringing noise of heartbreak and you never noticed... no never, not even when all our dreams committed suicide before your eyes and cascaded below the time-zone to hit our blackish horizon of despair...
and here i thought we were one...
maybe we were one, but one with too many cracks that threatened to break it into two pieces... two different pieces that won't fit with each other anymore...
no, not after the world crumbles and dies.
Yes, silence was the keyword that guided our existence...
silence while bleeding, breaking, dancing, raining and even while talking...
we always had too much silence between the lines and too much truth between the lies, always trying to tell each other how far edged our broken pieces are and that we don't fit any more. yet, we never tried to solve the clues but preferred to stay ignorant...
all is good as long as people call us 'lovers', such a fathoming lie!!
Now i'm looking in your eyes trying to find a bridge on which i can pass into the afterlife but all i see is coldness and silence and heartache mixed with loath and sarcasm and while the sun is still shining i feel my inner-ness freezing with the unsaid that's punching my eardrums...
your unsaid , that is...
i just wish you can pretend to care one last time...
care enough to at least say
Yes, silence was the keyword that guided our existence...
silence while bleeding, breaking, dancing, raining and even while talking...
we always had too much silence between the lines and too much truth between the lies, always trying to tell each other how far edged our broken pieces are and that we don't fit any more. yet, we never tried to solve the clues but preferred to stay ignorant...
all is good as long as people call us 'lovers', such a fathoming lie!!
Now i'm looking in your eyes trying to find a bridge on which i can pass into the afterlife but all i see is coldness and silence and heartache mixed with loath and sarcasm and while the sun is still shining i feel my inner-ness freezing with the unsaid that's punching my eardrums...
your unsaid , that is...
i just wish you can pretend to care one last time...
care enough to at least say
'good bye'
(C)Noor 10/27/2009
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