Because of the silence that was never broke,
and our lips that never talked.
Dragged our untold story, to be brutally revoked.
Everything about our love was mockery to mock.

Eventhough the silence had its language.
Talked through your eyes and our heart's abyss.
And eyes talked the language of our heart,
But maybe, confession with lips would made it dart,
Made our story little apart and given it a new start.

Maybe, if we talked,
Instead of being another lesson, you would have been mine.

Maybe, if we talked,
Instead of being past, you would have been my present and future.

But alas! Our love was mockery to mock and lips that never talked.
© htk