Silence

If my silence spoke
it would show you restraint
born out of love and pain
knowing words spoken in anger
are seldom truly meant

If my silence spoke
it would show you patience
when countless days were spent
waiting for some moments with you
and countless others wasted

If my silence spoke
it would show you love
waiting to be received
for when you recognize
for you, it is meant to be

If my silence spoke
it would show you need
to be understood and accepted
to feel my absence
to come to me open-hearted

If my silence spoke
it would show you pride
for the person you are
for the love we share
it is worth all

Lost words

My words are lost somewhere
in this maze of present
that seems painted all over
with shades of grey

My words have become separated
from the emotions of present
roaming all over the place
knowing, alone they are meaningless

My words are stuck somewhere
as am I, in this phase
they are helpless to rescue me
as am I, to free them
through the tip of my pen