 | So many things I want to tel you,
Just whisper.
Things about my past
You probably need to hear.
But there are walls inside of me
Keeping me from saying it.
Built on pain, on fear,
Hard as cement.
Only time can ware
Them down,
Till they burst and crumble
With just one sound.
The sound of trust
And understanding.
Passed from you.
Given to me.
So don't be despaired
By my silence.
The words will come when
The pain and love balance.
Submitted by Teresa |  |