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Silence (Take off your clothes)

Silence.

Neon lights and dropping beats,
yet I find my silence in the drone and the pills. Echoing
in my heart. It's racing and chasing and destroying my insides,
their quiet cries so slight and hopeless. I don't desire

to listen. You are the rake that manages my garden
as my children wail for water, dried and dying. We
can spend the rest of our days dancing to a silent rave,
winning that silent race, taking life at our waltzing pace.

I can tell alot about myself when we're in black
and white with your faux moustache and bowler hat. This nearly killed
us once before, 'killed' with a capital K. Somedays I scrape the
barrel to find your written words of love. Sometimes

I don't pay attention. I'm still dancing to our silent song. That
is my downfall. In one bitter year have I not learnt? It's probably
not the best time to share the worst side of my January. I don't think
I wish to remember January. I just need you to throw us back to it so we can start again.

I liked the dating, annoying, shy creation we made, though the force became
stronger like a freight train in the rain. It's just past January, we've managed two
months this time. My faith is in you, you outspoken, vile tongued, brilliant, intelligent, stupid male.
Don't say goodnight. Keep me here for more reasons than 'I want you to hold me tonight.'
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
Published | Edited 13th Mar 2011
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