August 29, 2006

Unspoken letter

You and I exist in the wind
It carries our unspoken
It whispers our silences
It is the only place
Where we can allow our desires to flourish

We have reached a state of turmoil
That has become natural
Our lips speak untruths
While our silences shout what is real

We are drifting aimlessly
Because we fear definition
Once the truth is spoken
It takes form
And we cannot allow it to take root

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