Silence Is Not Golden.
Why do we always seem to release
our bottled up emotions far too late.
keeping what we truly wanted to say
corked up inside, until in desparation
we cast them out over storms of doubt
and watch them float away
on an ocean of tears.
No man is an island unto himself,
it is a paradise undiscovered,
that must be shared.
So many are marooned in this world
on the rocks of their own choice,
pouring vodka over them and simply
drowning their sorrows,
when love is simply
a glance, a smile and
a few words away,.
Not on paper sealed
at the last possible second,
but from hungry lips to hungry ears
waiting just about everywhere.
Silence is not golden
it is more of a steel muzzle
that steals away
any hopes for love.
Loneliness is the
colors of maroon-ed
and many shades of blues
until death paints it black
to simply ease the pain.
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