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