Pain of Silence

Love seems to be the answer to most problems.

Your silence speaks volumes walking in late with an excuse one of my best is being vocal so I will give you verbal abuse

Standing there in silence gazing with your laser beams easily and always casting a spell causing my pants to fall at the seams

I spoke my peace, where is yours forever and always you turn a lovers quarrel into lovemaking in the hallways

The sweat from my anger rolls into the crevices of my spine embracing exhaling reaching tightly we interwine

Gasping for breath not wanting this to end this seems unfair because you always win

I never got real answers but the pain and essence from this ecstasy overshadows your silence

© Tony Young, Jr. 6/20