Tuesday, December 01, 2015

Symphony

There are words inside
your suspicious silence.
Your tongue is tied
in disquieted defiance,
but I found your air
trapped in my lungs
and your secrets, I swear,
will remain unsung.
Your symphony on mute
is an exotic sort of treat.
I already know your truth;
I am your heartbeat.

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It's a semicolon, not a colon or a period, for a reason. 







"So promise me if we both die violently that the blood dripping from our chins is a symphony." I Am the Avalanche Bloody Symphony

"One night to be confused. One night to speed up truth. We had a promise made, four hands and then away." The Knife (via Jose Gonzalez) Heartbeats

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