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The Wicked Silence of Your Heart

Those are the words I never said
Chosen topics that nowhere led
The chain of events portrayed in a twisted way:
Your way or – No way
Sadness of songs
You’ve written for me

Way back you sawed those seeds
You did
Scattered them as pebbles on the path to the
Wicked house
Where little people hid their intentions by twisting twisted words

We lived behind the closed doors
Among the wicked, wicked dwarfs
With the fake smiles and forced politeness
Reading and living your poetry that never made any sense
Among other things that were said and lost

Those words I never said knowing the cost
Of wicked silence of your heart.

(But I don’t care about that bell that is ringing,
Ringing, ringing in vain!)

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