Nyki Thomas

(February 7,1992 / Logan, Utah)

Silence


Silence kerks behind each corner
Silence has me as its captured
Silence tells me of my failures
And lets me have no pleasures.
Silence brings me to ponder
Of things I can't recapture.

Silence lets me think of you,
of who I long out grew.
Silnce has me thinking of all things to undo,
But nothing will ever be new.

Silence is what Silence is
Silence shows me every brilliance.
It can be my guidence
And shows me importants of patience.

Silence learks here and there
It hide in my despires
and is everywhere.
Yetno one knows where this silence is
For silence is what silence is
And learks behind each corner.

Submitted: Saturday, September 23, 2006
Edited: Saturday, September 18, 2010

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