Sometimes silence is all we have.
Too much is said in fleeting glances;
the almost whisper of your fingers on my skin.
A subtle innuendo of yearning,
Look into my eyes and read my secrets;
I want you to know.
Words dance within my soul,
forbidden or elusive.
Sometimes silence is all I have.
This is in response to the weekly writing challenge: The Sound of Silence. I really enjoy thinking around the daily and weekly prompts, so I will be posting more of them! I’m no poet, but this is what climbed into my head when I started thinking on this particular prompt and It’s been a long time since I’ve gone this route! Be kind to me =) Visit the link below if you want to visit the prompt.