2i hold my tongue
knowing that its already screwed up enough
and mentioning it now would only make it worse
i swallow my voice and let my eyes do the talking
but your not here and you can't see them
so the thought remains silent
but it vibrates softly in a foreign section
of subconscious oblivion
just enough to put my mind to sleep
purring a lullaby
whispering into my ear
feeding my dreams
until i wake
aware of what i must do
and the fact i could never do it
i'm not sure if this is still true...