In a world wrapped in echoes, where the chatter leads the
way,
I’m lost in the cheating, where the truth seems to sway.
Words flung like shadows; they dance in deadly flight
Hidden in the quiet, a spark that genuinely feels right.
If your words come from words, they’re just noise to me
A clamor of confusion, a thoughtless symphony
If they come from silence, where the heart heals to see,
The wound found in stillness, the sound would hum to be.
Through the haze of conversations, like whispers in the
dark,
I search for the unspoken, the unpolished, the stark
A glance can tell a story; a breath can break the scheme
In the pauses and the spaces, I can touch your dream.
If your words come from words, they’re just noise to me
A clamor of confusion, a thoughtless symphony
If they come from silence, where the heart heals to see,
The wound found in stillness, the sound would hum to be.
In the quiet, our souls collide,
No need for frayed expressions to confide.
In a moment of wordlessness, understanding blooms,
In the silence, the light shines like a silver white moon.
If your words come from words, they’re just noise to me
A clamor of confusion, a thoughtless symphony
If they come from silence, where the heart heals to see,
The wound found in stillness, the sound would hum to be.
Let’s weave our stories with the threads of the unseen
In the hush between our hearts, we’ll find what we mean
For in silence, sweet quietness, live emotions flow free
That’s where I’ll understand you, that’s where we’ll be.
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