• Silence never comforts me so much,
    As when it
    comes through the phone.
    Too afraid
    to say anything,
    To start
    the silent storm,
    Of tears and
    somber emotions
    That come from two hearts
    , sewn together
    With a thread, so strong, it must be love
    And when
    they are torn apart,
    It doesn't
    rip at the seamAnd they drift away.
    Ignoring the large pieces,
    That still stick together laying tangled on the floor
    Painting a crimson
    sunset so beautiful,
    Wishing for the summer stars,
    So we can hold each other
    once again.
    But
    this sun won't set
    The stars aren't coming this
    time are they?
    You said they aren't coming ever.
    Will you
    come back,
    Come
    back and help me paint the stars?