Its been long since I can remember
The thought of forgetting would be harder
But realized this will not go any further
Coz there’s nothing in the heart and mind of thy lover.
The silence continued and never again heard
As if the owl’s already grown a beard
The screaming silence backlashes and severed
The tired heart and the mind now were angered.
Feelings little by little are being washed
Long notes now being crossed and slashed
Teasing, hissing, and mumbling were were bashed
Tears and fear were mushed
God carried what the hand holds and the pieces were stashed.
Black & White Scribbles 