Wilting Words

Every sentence haunts me like a faded rose on your lips 

That time forgot but memory refuses to forgive.

As every wilting word diffused the breath of deception 

Cloaked by the scent of calculated charm, 

I revelled in the beguiling perfume of your smile.

The shadow of your careless whispers sheltered me from the fire that bled 

In the decay of innocence, 

But when the bitter embers subdued and I sought a warmth

Constant from the sun, 

It rose and showered me in delusions. 

Paralyzed in the dampness of my own hopeless optimism 

I search for the path, 

Praying your springing steps will clear it, 

Afraid they will lead me astray.

Silence speaks loudest

Silence speaks loudest, boasting the story of independence,

Shrouding the heart in solitude.

A heart that does not open is secure, the frosted door will bite even the brave, the foolhardy who dares to enter;

A determined chisel will pierce the heart but break against its walls,

While the warm touch of patience may soften its hold but drown in sullied and melting ice.

Silence muffles the voice of a broken heart 

And bullies the downtrodden that, trying to rise from the ash of inauguration, 

Searching for redemption, 

Lays her head at the threshold and waits in solitary confinement.