I was too loud for once,
Now you want me to keep quiet forever
Once you learn that silence speaks louder than words,
you'll learn that I wasn't quiet at all
Can you hear the silence?
What's fixed, once was broken
Have you thought about breaking it?
The problematic riddle.
I spoke once.
Now I nod twice.
Thrice gives me the butterflies,
To keep the broken parts inside.
As you wish I despair,
There's every direction, now I know,
To keep the silence to myself.
YOU ARE READING
The Way I Say It
PoetryCollections of poems throughout the time of high school. They were primarily written without any structure or rules. Those poems are very close to me. Each highlights the lows and highs of individual life and the perception of others and themselves...
