Your silence

The colors pop out,

sunshine becomes more bright

birds sound more chirpier,

life becomes a dream come true

when I am happy.

I am happy

when we talk, tease each other

or mock fight,

sleep is something  I dislike

When you are laughing with me,

Now all of it is faded and losing color,

life is a dreary walk

when you fall silent.

Wont you talk to me again…

Please stop killing me with your silenceIMG_5288

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