Nov. 3rd, 2007
These are words for no one, coming from an empty, twisted and confused mind.
Some people say it could have been the moon, shining that night like it never had before.
Some others blame it on my indecisive heart, that floats with the tidal sea.
I have been thinking about you, and the way you have appeared to me all these years, almost angelical.
And she's also in here, anchored to my beated and battered heart; trying to make sense out of all the things that meander within.
Someone's telling me to try.
The rest just says nothing.
The bliss of the unknown...
The wonder of being ignorant.
The thousand words I could have used to make you notice me among the mongers.
The ones that trade feelings and dance in this cold , shiny november night.
You must remember, you were there:
All in green and white, being unnoticed
But yet, so present to me.
By saying these words, I bring them to life,
I give them the power to destroy me with their unspoken wisdom,
To make that feeling come true; to take away whatever I had built with her.
Shall I dare say?
Shall I dare utter them?
Shall I dare utter them in front of her?
There is no such thing as real silence
For silence alone does not exist.
Quietness is a gift amongst the gifted,
The ones that share something deep.
And if, by keeping quiet, I can have what I want,
Then I'll keep quiet about you.
And you, and you alone will understand
The reason as for my silence.
For you now know that true silence
Is the only thing that keeps me closer to you.
B.M.G
Some people say it could have been the moon, shining that night like it never had before.
Some others blame it on my indecisive heart, that floats with the tidal sea.
I have been thinking about you, and the way you have appeared to me all these years, almost angelical.
And she's also in here, anchored to my beated and battered heart; trying to make sense out of all the things that meander within.
Someone's telling me to try.
The rest just says nothing.
The bliss of the unknown...
The wonder of being ignorant.
The thousand words I could have used to make you notice me among the mongers.
The ones that trade feelings and dance in this cold , shiny november night.
You must remember, you were there:
All in green and white, being unnoticed
But yet, so present to me.
By saying these words, I bring them to life,
I give them the power to destroy me with their unspoken wisdom,
To make that feeling come true; to take away whatever I had built with her.
Shall I dare say?
Shall I dare utter them?
Shall I dare utter them in front of her?
There is no such thing as real silence
For silence alone does not exist.
Quietness is a gift amongst the gifted,
The ones that share something deep.
And if, by keeping quiet, I can have what I want,
Then I'll keep quiet about you.
And you, and you alone will understand
The reason as for my silence.
For you now know that true silence
Is the only thing that keeps me closer to you.
B.M.G
