Monday, 18 May 2015

(the day) i got away

i am kind
on the eyes
under hot summer
night

I am peaceful
quiet I am
not

all right. every
night I wake with 
alarm

you discovered me
uncovered me
you

then hid me from 
view. you
me

i am kind of bizarre
i play the guitar
without any
strings

the sound of silence
is not lost 
anymore

(no matter what
you may say)
it sings