Silence has an echo,
Things left unsaid speak back.
It begs to be written.
Words that should have been whispered
Into an ear,
Being read instead by you.
But unspoken words are all I have,
So these scribbles will have to do.
Graffitied into my mind,
Etched into my skull.
Begging for forgiveness,
Love unconfesssed,
The truth untold, the lie left said,
And the goodbyes at the ends,
Come to nibble at your ears.
Written into the void,
Spoken back from the black.
Silence has an echo,
Things left unsaid speak back.
Silent Echo
Hole In The Hedgerow 
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