I want to break the silence,but i know you are still mad,
making you angry,i wish i never had,
silence has taken over,
the air is empty,
no words to fill the space,
it’s empty everywhere,
i was wrong to make you angry,
i take the blame,
let us rekindle back the flame,
maybe my love was wild,i promise i will tame,
i will stitch every hole i made in your heart,
not with a string but with true and honest words,
let’s fill the air again,
with words that will make you curve your cute and thick lips.
Whisper too loud,
hide your songs,
owe her nothing but love,
walk in her heart,don’t run,
rekindle what blew off,
brush your teeth when she is coming,
your words to be fresh and clean,
curve every bluff into sense,
if you wish,give her thousands not cents,
she is used to late nights outs,that’s tradition,
skip meals,
write her a letter,
come home early not later,
take her on expensive mutura dates,
the one with thick creamy soup,
do everything in whispers,
too low not anyone to hear,
too loud to make her giggle.
Dark hands 