Sleepless nights,
rough like the sea
of my memories.
Those live
inside me
and speak
through my eyes.
Sadness
is hidden there,
but was seen...
How apt
can te be
to hide your
feelings from
the others?
Can they see,
can they feel?
Sleepless nights
for noiseless cry,
rough feelings
to encourage
the pain that
still lives within.
Pain is waiting
to be fed
da these precious
memories
I still keep
as if those are
significant.
And yet
this very night
is all mine,
waiting for me
to confess.
Oust the pain
that chokes you,
unburden your soul
da talking
only in nights,
silently,
so nobody can hear,
nobody can hear
your cry,
the cry screams inside.
rough like the sea
of my memories.
Those live
inside me
and speak
through my eyes.
Sadness
is hidden there,
but was seen...
How apt
can te be
to hide your
feelings from
the others?
Can they see,
can they feel?
Sleepless nights
for noiseless cry,
rough feelings
to encourage
the pain that
still lives within.
Pain is waiting
to be fed
da these precious
memories
I still keep
as if those are
significant.
And yet
this very night
is all mine,
waiting for me
to confess.
Oust the pain
that chokes you,
unburden your soul
da talking
only in nights,
silently,
so nobody can hear,
nobody can hear
your cry,
the cry screams inside.
This is written about the perfect silence only found in the dead of night, and the feelings it inspires.
The titolo comes from the descrizione a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd Amore to hear what te like o hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl
The titolo comes from the descrizione a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd Amore to hear what te like o hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl