They say,
“Silence Is Golden”
Can silence really bring in a pot of gold from the end of the rainbow? Sometimes one just wishes to be that person who can throw cautions to the winds and sent the feelings throbbing.
But some things just need to be contained. Keep in the deepest end of the heart with hopes that, if it’s a disturbing fact, it can be over with some logical self-pacify.
Affair of the heart happens because some things just need to be confided within oneself. Ever hope that thoughts and feelings can be read from the naked eyes, without having to persuade the tongue to do the job, just in case, it does the glib again.
Situations can be fought against, but some hard true facts in life are harder to be told to others. Especially when it touches the emotions in a relationship, the people surrounding it and especially, when the involvement of the causes and effects are too heavy on oneself. Just having the fingers rubbing the chin, thinking if it should be remained unsaid or be ignorant, pretending as though it has never been spoken of.
It will for the moment left to the wind, kissing the passing time and romance the yearning heart. Wish that one can skip through this time to a more mature age, where words said are better said and best accepted.
“Silence Is Golden”
Can silence really bring in a pot of gold from the end of the rainbow? Sometimes one just wishes to be that person who can throw cautions to the winds and sent the feelings throbbing.
But some things just need to be contained. Keep in the deepest end of the heart with hopes that, if it’s a disturbing fact, it can be over with some logical self-pacify.
Affair of the heart happens because some things just need to be confided within oneself. Ever hope that thoughts and feelings can be read from the naked eyes, without having to persuade the tongue to do the job, just in case, it does the glib again.
Situations can be fought against, but some hard true facts in life are harder to be told to others. Especially when it touches the emotions in a relationship, the people surrounding it and especially, when the involvement of the causes and effects are too heavy on oneself. Just having the fingers rubbing the chin, thinking if it should be remained unsaid or be ignorant, pretending as though it has never been spoken of.
It will for the moment left to the wind, kissing the passing time and romance the yearning heart. Wish that one can skip through this time to a more mature age, where words said are better said and best accepted.
I am,
Tyro
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