She Keeps Me Silent

My voice has been stolen,
My Lips frozen, my vocal cords swollen,
My mind finds great words,
But my mouth it just holds ‘em,

My heart grows,
It swells, ‘cause it knows,
That inside of me,
I have such elegant prose.

That I could win back her heart,
Like I did at the start,
And I’d love her and let no one,
Tear us apart.

But she won’t let me speak,
She won’t hear what I say,
She’s having too much fun,
And I guess she likes it that way.

But when she shuts me out,
It makes me wanna get violent,
Because, I hate the way,
That she keeps me silent.

So I beg to be heard,
I scream out my words,
But they just float away,
Like some big ugly bird,

Like a vulture that’s come,
To pick at my soul,
She leaves me bloody and torn,
Yet my body’s still whole.

I know her ears still work,
Because she hears him just fine,
It seems the only sounds she has trouble with,
Are those that are mine,

So I shake and I jerk,
Like a puppeteer’s bad advertisement,
Because I hate the way,
That she keeps me silent.

But if she’d please just stop,
And talk to me for a second,
I’d admit I was wrong,
I’d admit that I wrecked it.

I’m just asking her for,
Five minutes of her day,
Because there are some things,
That I just have to say,

I know I’m getting upset,
My tone’s turned more strident,
But I hate the way,
That she keeps me silent,

So instead I’ll whisper her praises,
And serenade her at night,
Maybe my quiet poetry could reach her,
I hope that I’m right.

For when yelling won’t do
I’ll whisper my love’s last retirement,
Because I hate the way,
That she keeps me silent.