i oft' write about silence,
and i oft' write 'bout death
but if i don't write it
i feel out of breath.
there's no room for your smile
but your eyes let me see
because I'll love you forever
wherever you'll be.
my voice is so small
my volume so meek
but my words draw a portrait
when i don't even speak.
a portrait of love
and a portrait of time
my words don't sit still
they don't stop their climb.
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