thoughts held back
in questions that won't fade
with uncertainty blooming in shrouded silence
silence once filled
with the volumes of dreams and hopes
have been heavy for way too long
now that in this eerie stillness
each day passes
like a canvas painted with unspoken verses
pressing against the depths of the faint nuances
with each message left unsent
the petals of connection
turns into thorns of resentment
how silly we've been
to waste our time
for this end to come


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