Jessie

Ocean of Unspoken Words

Drowning in an ocean

Made of unspoken words

Of ambiguous notions

And clips of phrases misheard

 

Blind to the truest feelings

The purest stories untold

A time of concealed bleeding

And frozen hearts of gold

 

Wakeful dreamless sleep

We’re lonely in the mass

Our friendship is cheap

Made of delicate glass

 

These tinted glasses must come off eventually.

Comments1

  • lasergraph

    Those tinted glasses are rose colored no doubt.



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