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When my lips don't talk,
My eyes will give it a shot
O Stranger, hear my silences,
Because I don't speak a lot.
I may sometimes seem like an
Explosion of words galore
But that's the frilly side of me,
Inside my silences I'm much more
Sometimes when I don't say things,
You'll find hints in my emotions,
I hide away behind poetries,
Until you discover my true passions
I may speak a lot at times,
Be loud and too forward maybe,
But inside my head the silences
Are louder than you can see.
When you hurt me I may smile,
You make me happy, I may cry,
But to understand the origin of silences,
O Stranger, don't ever try.
Don't mistake my silences for anger,
Or find a hint of sadness to name,
My silences just are my constants,
And will always stay the same
#hearmyheart
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