I’m standing in my grave, a somber place, Where time stands still, in this eternal space. The echoes of silence whisper in my ear, As I ponder the purpose of why I’m here. The earth beneath me, cold and unmoving, As if nature itself had ceased its grooving. But
Category: Emotions
WHAT WOULD YOUR EXCUSE BE?
What would your excuse be, my dear? Your silent treatment is killing me clear I yearn for a word, a gesture, a sign To unravel the mystery, this silence of thine Is it a game you wish to play? To toy with my heart day after day Are you