by Mark Arbeit
I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.
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| — | Anne Sexton (via eu-daimonia) |
A moment of silent communication. No need for words..
Silent communication
No need for words
Unspoken promises…
Whispers never heard.
Touch that tells a story
Chorused by our sighs
Words of love not needed
They’re written in your eyes
It is these conversations
That are always in my heart
They keep me from missing you
When we are far apart
So, talk to me for hours
Never saying a single word
For everything you say to me
Are the most amazing things not heard.
