Book of Silence
If silence speaks louder than words,
yours is so loud that it hurts.
What’s written can be read and yet not heard,
but its thoughts might still be earned.
Smileys are written down also,
but now they let me down or so.
They have no answer here to feast,
but at least you didn’t hit me with a fist.
Happy as a unicorn that would ride but is tied
and his horn is torn and deadly tired.
Starving for a green apple that is hard to reach
like a lesson life still has to teach.
Well, if there is no green light
how will I sleep well tonight?
I guess all is written in the book to gather,
but sadly I’m not your guest to read yours together.