Author: I Sing My Own Song PM
My hands trace shapes in the air From now on, this is how I will speakRated: Fiction K+ - English - Drama - Words: 121 - Published: 08-08-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2941292
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My hands trace shapes in the air
From now on, this is how I will speak
Because words are slipping away from me
I can't hold on.
The silent scream that fills the air:
That's me; that's coming from me.
I can't even do that anymore.
My mouth will close for good,
My lips sealed against the threat of love.
I won't say anything,
And people will drift away from me.
I will take solace in my loneliness
This isn't what I meant when I said "…"
Those three dots –
They're all I can say now.
Silence bursts from every pore
Quiet, infinite quiet
And it finally, finally, finally -
It is what I began.