The Song That Can't Be Sung

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The Song That Can't Be Sung

Post by xStarr_x3 on Wed May 12, 2010 9:03 pm

What happens when you can't put what you feel into words?
It becomes a song that can't be sung.
Hummed, but not spoken.
Whispered and unheard.

I'm not going to kill you with kindness,
Or rage until I'm hoarse.
I won't beat you black and blue,
Or kill you softly while you sleep.
Silence is more my expertise.

Because two halves don't always make a whole,
And two puzzle pieces don't always match,
And every snowflake isn't the same.

Betrayal and lies.
Shattered hopes and dreams.
Broken trust.
A destroyed future.
All lost in a single moment of truth.

I'm not going to kill you with kindness,
Or rage until I'm hoarse.
I won't beat you black and blue,
Or kill you softly while you sleep.
Silence is more my expertise.

I can't describe what I feel.
Sad, mad, confused, heart, rejected?
How about none of the abouve?
No words come to mind.
Only a silence in an already silent world.

They say that ignorance is a bliss,
Which means I should be glad.
But how can that be when
Not knowing kills me on the inside?

What would you say?
What would you do?
If this world was a place of silence,
Of locked doors and empty rooms,
Of lost emotions and hidden thoughts?

Am I always going to be this easily fooled?
Able to give, but not to receive?
My world's become empty and gray.
And it's all because of you.

I'm not going to kill you with kindness,
Or rage until I'm hoarse.
I won't beat you black and blue,
Or kill you softly while you sleep.
Silence is more my expertise.

I gave up a long time ago.
Lost my hope and my soul.
Gave up on what I used to love,
Became closer with things once hated.
I gave up a long time ago.
Stopped my caring about a silent world
That doesn't care at all.

I'm not going to kill you with kindness,
Or rage until I'm hoarse.
I won't beat you black and blue,
Or kill you softly while you sleep.
Silence is more my expertise.

It's because I kept my heart in two.
And because I believed them when they said
"Distance makes the heart grow fonder".
But not even ignorance can be a bliss
When all your truths have become lies.

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Yayyy. Another song/poem/thing. xD I kinda like writing like this. It's... weird, but I love it.


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Re: The Song That Can't Be Sung

Post by Holleh on Wed May 12, 2010 9:38 pm

Again, very lovely. ^^ Awesome word choice and nice flow.

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