This is my book of poetry that I hope to eventually publish with photos. |
It amazes me, what you don't say, It's almost like a silent movie. Sometimes, I read your motives wrong, Sometimes, I read them correctly, But every time I feel your distance. It amazes me, what you don't say. It frightens me, what you don't say, It's almost like abusive hands, Pounding my flesh into submission. My heart beats frantically but I don't cry, Knowing that you're hiding things inside. It frightens me, what you don't say. It worries me, what you don't say, It's almost like you're afraid of me. I've never sought to cause you pain, Never tried to make you hurt or cry, But you remain closed and distant. It worries me, what you don't say. It tests me, what you don't say, It's like a word search without a list. I have to read between the letters, Seeking out the truth in the hidden things, Trying not to become too worried about you. It tests me, what you don't say. It removes me, what you don't say, It's like being erased from your heart. I feel like it's all so fragile and silent, That nothing will ever change in us, Because your silence locks the prison door. It removes me, what you don't say. It amazes me, what you don't say, It's become the way of things with us. I will wait until you're confident enough to speak, The others and I will wonder about your walk, But we won't speak because of the walls between us. It amazes me, what you don't say. In your solitude, you despair and fall away, And you blame us for the way that you feel, But how can we help you when you won't speak? How can we be there if you don't call for us? The time has come for you to decide once and for all, Are you truly wanting to be close to us or not? Because it's all in what you don't say that your true feelings are revealed. April 28, 2009 |