Oh, silence...
Rid me of your evil grasp
and let me speak.
Your dark hand covers my lips
so that I cannot say
what I feel in my heart.
Oh, dear, beautiful girl
to whom I write these caring words,
know that my silence is note
of anger, nor fear,
a spiteful thought I could never muster.
Silence is only my way of holding
back these anxious tears
that want to cry out, “I miss you!”
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