I saw her,and only her,inside that crowd.
I felt alone,really alone ,inside that crowd,when she was not there.
I loved her,truly loved her,inside a silence,that maybe she heard.

What's left unsaid says it all,
what's left unsaid stays with us.
My mouth was shut,let alone my eyes.
It conversed feelings I couldn't whisper.

My ego taught I was a slave of letters let slipped,
and a master of words controlled ,unsaid.
Bit now I realize it haunts me.
I tamed my curiosity,with the fear of losing her,the fright of rejection.

If you we're a tear in my eyes,
I may forget how to cry,voluntarily in fear of losing you.
If I was a tear in your eyes,
I will cleanse your mind,cleanse your eyes,cuddle in your cheek,and die at your lips,in a blissful silence.

Never in life I knew,that a goodbye was a way of saying goodbye for real.
Never in my life I knew,that meaningful silence was far from deciphering,as plotted with meaningless words.