The words that are spoken,
the emotions that are not.
The biggest truths that we write,
but the secrets that only remain an ink blot.
The hatred that we express,
while the love lies in a corner.
In the noise of fake cries,
did you ever hear a silent mourner?
The anger that you see,
the hurt you never saw.
But where were you,
when the good was over ridden by the flaws?
The sword of words,
that creates destruction and violence.
But amidst these chaos,
did you hear the sound of silence?
The red adieu