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Created on: May 28, 2008
You Have Silenced Me
I could talk forever about all the things that I know nothing about,
I could shout about it for days, even weeks without doubt,
I could write a thousand essays on subjects that I don't understand but wouldn't mind,
Because all the time that I am talking, shouting and writing, the truth of my words is blind.
Nothing of you I can find.
I had thought of all the lines to say to you over and over again,
I had a whole speech of lies planned designed to cause both me and you pain,
I had recited it to myself so that it would be as beautiful as you,
But all the time I was thinking, planning and reciting I had missed out the most important thing to do,
I had not thought of you.
I always tell my friends about how perfect you are and shout them down if they disagree,
I sing your praises all day and all night hoping one day you will see,
I let everybody know that I am looking for you whenever possible as if for pride,
But all the perfection, praises and pride I have, still your company I am denied.
And so patience is my bride.
I am shallow and live in a world of fantasy where what I see is different to what is there,
I pretend and pretend until it drives me from fake passion to despair,
I have been immature, selfish and pathetic, almost playing life like a ball,
If you haven't noticed I have started the first three lines of each verse with I', I think that says it all.
Now I prepare to fall.
All of my life I talk of things I do not know, one of them being love another lust,
But now you have opened my eyes my ideals have turned to dust,
And now that my gaping eyes can see,
You have silenced me.
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