None exist between the stars
and the earth... none
who breathe life into my soul.
The closest to me doubt
a part of me; their minds
question in the silence
of the night.
They say not a word
to prevent hurt,
or save jeopardy;
But the quiver exists
in their taciturnity,
in their being,
and a hesitation
in their being,
and a hesitation
before the embrace.
For many lie within;
for many lies surround.
While me? Silence,
I preserve for emotions
unheard.
Words I fill the silence with
describing things insignificant,
events trivial, and
matters controversial not.
None know,
None shall know;
for I don't need
no sympathy no more
nor I want them to utter
"I always doubted."
even the closest to me,
even in the silence of their hearts,
even in the silence of their hearts,
between the stars and the earth.
Split.
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