i hold my tongue

knowing that its already screwed up enough

and mentioning it now would only make it worse

i swallow my voice and let my eyes do the talking

but your not here and you can’t see them

so the thought remains silent

but it vibrates softly in a foreign section

of subconscious oblivion

just enough to put my mind to sleep

purring a lullaby

whispering into my ear

feeding my dreams

until i wake

aware of what i must do

and the fact i could never do it

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i'm not sure if this is still true...