The Pains of silence

The Pains of Silence

i swear the things i've heard came from your lips
through my mind and out my eyes
the simple celestial ways you stare
tell me stories of our times which preceed our meetings
and i wish i could just know your name
to give me something to call out too
but for now your name will be tommorow
the only thing i look forward too

flowers upon flowers
these tangable shortcuts seem insufficient
for the brillance seeping out from your finger tips
and i wish i could just know your name
to give me something to call out too
but for now your name will be....... tommorow

and how could someone as silent as me
sacrifice in the loudest of ways
to replace the ways i hide
under my skin

where does it begin

hello......?