Silence.
Silence,
Is a mixture of love and hate,
But it all seems to go away,
The screams,
The lies,
They float away,
In a place unknown,
They all decay,
Blood and sweat,
Rolling on they say,
How much ur silence disturbs me,
I die in a way,
But it makes me hate and love the things,
You always do,
I love the way u look at me,
But i hate the way u look at him,
Jelousy is a victim,
But silence is a virtue.
(This took me a while to make so tell me what you think)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem