The silence of a gun never ment the cease of a war
Silence of words never ment the tongue was at war
Dining with the demons that had U good

Mistaken your silence for absence
Your retreat for your cowardness
Over reaction for your madness
Retract and the soul was lost amidst other lost souls
You're angry and i mistook it for weakness.

That tremble on your lips was worth the put down of your mouth
But the flow in your eyes told tales that your tongue failed to set forth.

A flow of pain crossing down the beautiful valley and mountain of ur cheeks
It felt solely silent as the minds flew..

It felt solely as absence grew
Memories that never was
That you never knew
Showed your back on my facet
Never to retrace the lost step
Back to the unpleading heart.

The silence of a gun never meant the cease of a war
The silence of word never meant the tongue was at war
Dining with demons that had U good
Mistaken your silence for absence
Your retreat for your cowardness
Over reaction for madness
Retract and the soul was lost amidst other lost souls
You're angry and i mistook it for weakness
That tremble on your lips was worth the put down of your tongue
But the flow in your eyes told tales that your tongue failed to set forth
A flow of pain crossing down the beautiful valley and mountains of your cheeks
It felt solely as absence grew
Memories that never was
That you never knew
Showed your back on my facet
Never to retrace the lost step
Back to the unpleading heart.

Why the Realm of Tears is Different?  
Always very unpleaded,  
Raw, the intent of emotions that carry within themselves and flow off with wounded feelings.  
But these unpleaded tears fall from the pleaded heart, showering the wisps that show the ruins of a wounded fleck.

Why is the realm of tears always different?  

When I say these words, it is not the words that form the structure for these emotions.  

The raw tears,  
Unpleaded they are,  
Honest they are.  

They are felt in the deep asserting realm inside the existing realm.  

Why are they so honest?  
Raw and  
Unpleaded.  

I think of wrapping their emotions in words to tell their plight.  

But their realm cannot be caged in words.  

They are felt.
With heart.  
In their natural realm.  

Why are they so different, pure light with some pain,  
Yet flow unpleadedly with a pleading heart?  

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