The Boy
Our silence is what hurts the
most
i can hear the whispers of your
gohst
pretending not to hear the
truth
when all you showed me was
proof
hold my hand, whisper in my
ear
tell me i have nothing left to
fear
that prickle that thorne
to which you have sworne
youd never do
how could you
now these tears come
streaming down my face
i thought id finally found my
place
youre smile was not at its best
in your heart i was just a
guest
Copyright © Stacey Brackley | Year Posted 2013
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