Sleepless nights,
rough like the sea
of my memories.
Those live
inside me
and speak
through my eyes.
Sadness
is hidden there,
but was seen...
How apt
can you be
to hide your
feelings from
the others?
Can they see,
can they feel?
Sleepless nights
for noiseless cry,
rough feelings
to encourage
the pain that
still lives within.
Pain is waiting
to be fed
by these precious
memories
I still keep
as if those are
significant.
And yet
this very night
is all mine,
waiting for me
to confess.
Oust the pain
that chokes you,
unburden your soul
by talking
only in nights,
silently,
so nobody can hear,
nobody can hear
your cry,
the cry screams inside.
rough like the sea
of my memories.
Those live
inside me
and speak
through my eyes.
Sadness
is hidden there,
but was seen...
How apt
can you be
to hide your
feelings from
the others?
Can they see,
can they feel?
Sleepless nights
for noiseless cry,
rough feelings
to encourage
the pain that
still lives within.
Pain is waiting
to be fed
by these precious
memories
I still keep
as if those are
significant.
And yet
this very night
is all mine,
waiting for me
to confess.
Oust the pain
that chokes you,
unburden your soul
by talking
only in nights,
silently,
so nobody can hear,
nobody can hear
your cry,
the cry screams inside.
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