Sweet, Sweet Silence
Silence--sweet, sweet silence,
Kiss my lips to seal these secrets,
These fragments of our past.
I've yet to forget,
What he has quickly let go of.
Silence--sweet, sweet silence,
Kiss my lips to seal these secrets,
These fragments of our past.
I've yet to forget
The mocking memory of
The softness of his touch,
Like the wind's affectionate embrace.
But the feeling of our hands intertwined
Has left his mind--fleeing to a distant place,
For his fingers no longer caress my skin.
Silence--sweet, sweet silence,
Kiss my lips to seal these secrets,
These fragments of our past.
I've yet to forget
The little things that he does,
The words of tiny details he says
That makes my heart beat erratically.
The smile that he smiles
With the tiny lift of his lips
That draws butterflies to my stomach.
The way his eyes used to twinkle
With an innocent light of amber
Whenever we're together.
But now all has disappeared,
Save the lingering image of his face.
Silence--sweet, sweet silence,
Kiss my lips to seal these secrets,
These fragments of our past.
I've yet to forget
The marble-like complexion
That adorned his features,
The locks of his lovely, silken hair
That would make even Adonis filled with envy.
The reflection of his fleeting image
Has yet to leave my soul--my poor, pitiful soul.
Silence--sweet, sweet silence,
Kiss my lips to seal these secrets,
These fragments of our past.
I've yet to forget,
The last moment of his disappearing presence.
Kiss my lips to seal these secrets,
These fragments of our past.
I've yet to forget,
What he has quickly let go of.
Silence--sweet, sweet silence,
Kiss my lips to seal these secrets,
These fragments of our past.
I've yet to forget
The mocking memory of
The softness of his touch,
Like the wind's affectionate embrace.
But the feeling of our hands intertwined
Has left his mind--fleeing to a distant place,
For his fingers no longer caress my skin.
Silence--sweet, sweet silence,
Kiss my lips to seal these secrets,
These fragments of our past.
I've yet to forget
The little things that he does,
The words of tiny details he says
That makes my heart beat erratically.
The smile that he smiles
With the tiny lift of his lips
That draws butterflies to my stomach.
The way his eyes used to twinkle
With an innocent light of amber
Whenever we're together.
But now all has disappeared,
Save the lingering image of his face.
Silence--sweet, sweet silence,
Kiss my lips to seal these secrets,
These fragments of our past.
I've yet to forget
The marble-like complexion
That adorned his features,
The locks of his lovely, silken hair
That would make even Adonis filled with envy.
The reflection of his fleeting image
Has yet to leave my soul--my poor, pitiful soul.
Silence--sweet, sweet silence,
Kiss my lips to seal these secrets,
These fragments of our past.
I've yet to forget,
The last moment of his disappearing presence.