I hear it,
the silence
The empty air,
surrounding my head.
I feel it,
the tension
The rising anger,
trapped in my skin.
I see it,
the line
The long division,
planted between us.
I’m in it,
the lie
The “perfect” bubble,
that only haunts me.
Can I break the silence,
and bring in new air?
Can I break the tension,
make it dissapear?
Csn I break the line,
that I’m forced to see?
Can I break the bubble,
thats been defining me?
No.
It takes two to talk,
so I’m silent.
With no place to scream,
I’m left feeling tense.
There’s a clear division,
so I drew a line.
You have created a lie,
and I’m left in a bubble.
If you break the silence,
then I’ll break mine.
If you break the tension,
I’ll slowly relax.
If you break the line,
then I’ll know things are ok.
I’m living in a bubble,
thats waiting to be popped.
Let me know what you think…