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Silent Signals
What he does not know is that my anger means concern,
Each sharp word, a desperate cry for our love to return.
My concern means I'm fighting, striving to keep us whole,
Every anxious moment, a testament to my soul.
My silence does not equal peace, it's a warning sign,
The quiet tolerance masking a breaking line.
When words cease and my tolerance starts to fade,
Understand that I am done, the price of peace now paid.
© sionx
Each sharp word, a desperate cry for our love to return.
My concern means I'm fighting, striving to keep us whole,
Every anxious moment, a testament to my soul.
My silence does not equal peace, it's a warning sign,
The quiet tolerance masking a breaking line.
When words cease and my tolerance starts to fade,
Understand that I am done, the price of peace now paid.
© sionx
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