The screeching cars, the squealing brakes The curses, the sides I take Watching as lights blared at a distance Rhythm suddenly lost its constance You and I were like bottles of sand Bottles, thrown and will no longer stand Silent, that is the world we knew Peaceful, like flowers in Summer's view As people crowded in and out You were looking at me without a doubt SIlent is what we knew best This is our world where crying is less What seemed taken can't be brought back And this life, eternity it lacked Silent and finally home Still, I knew your star still shone Silent, I must be once again What is given will also be taken Silent must my soul be Even when I knew you have left me Silent, acceptance is the key Silent, I will hope for the end of agony
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This poem is numbered 52 on my notebook. That's 52 poems in two years.
This one was short and again, I don't know what it means. It's written in purple ink though, so that's nice. I like purple in anything.
So, what do you think? Comment below. :)
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