No Sense
Some days
The silence is unbearable,
Grating my teeth in frustration
Over what I can’t say.
Still others
The silence is pleasant,
Hearing nothing, but feeling so deeply
What neither of us ever say.
I don’t know what keeps the balance,
Why I still feel your gravity,
Or why my memory still seizes me
In your grasp.
It makes no sense…
But what in this life truly does?
Only the boring stuff.
~Antanya
Missing Piece
I think maybe
I’m a jigsaw puzzle
With a missing piece…
I think maybe
I left it with you
Or, maybe you stole it…
I think maybe
I’ll never find another
That will fit, that’s why…
I don’t try.
~Antanya
I was nominated for the “three quotes in three days challenge” by Patience over at Love Letters to a Ghost, which is a huge honor, since I am amazed by her work! Go check her stuff out, you won’t be disappointed. 🙂
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