Treasure Island

Jymiely Tamayo

(January 10,1988 / Quezon City, Philippines)

Silence


Loving the silence

is the most valued love

for never will you hear

crying because of ruptured heart.

value silence, for it doesn't hurt

never will it give you pain

doubt, confusions.all are

peace. Never is broken dreams.

fair must it be, for nothing hears,

nothing feels, even when kissed.

silence just give the cloud

the time to hug my heart

endlessly and frequently, yes.

silence is as loud as the clashing waves ashore,

though you will hear nothing. silence means no more

nothing follows, after the noisy brass of your love.





31st of July 2007

Submitted: Wednesday, June 06, 2012
Edited: Thursday, June 07, 2012

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