Tears
Why do i hear myself breaking
when you admit that to me.
Am i falling right through this trap;
but this really shouldn't be.
Nothing shall happen
Nothing of this sort.
Tell me, tell me this isn't true
All i wanna do,
is to stay this blue.
Un-spoken words
Even if i don't speak
it doesn't mean i'm dumb.
My thoughts are still running,
like the river;
ever-flowing
'i cried