Listen, when the silence speaks.

 

Listen, when the silence speaks
It’s not in words that which you seek
It lives in the quiet of the dawn
And in the sunset once it’s gone
It comes uncovered in the night
When darkness sets, embracing light
Listen, when the silence speaks
It’s not in words that which you seek

Surface Bullshit

 
Small talks to break the ice
First impression, surface nice.
But what lies there behind those eyes?
Who are you past your disguise?
What is setting that soul on fire?
What is keeping that heart inspired?
Not so interested in your threads;
A decorated shell you’ll one day shed.
What I want’s to be led inside,
To the dark corners of your mind.
To learn more about your being
And to see you through your seeing
Because what matters is how you tick
Under your shell and surface bullshit.

Flawed

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Flawed, so beautifully flawed.

But, your essence, my dear

Is perfection.

Even when rain clouds darken your gaze

And the sunlight shines brightness on your face.

Flawed, so beautifully flawed.

But, your essence, my dear

Is perfection.