I sit here quietly, with eyes that no longer weep
I sit here quietly, with eyes that no longer weep
Not that I was always this way, No..
Once upon a time, my heart was a shelter for every breeze of kindness,
and I gave my hands away freely to the waters of tenderness
But love, that bitter, honeyed wine poured into my mouth until my very soul was scorched,
and every sip left a fresh wound upon my defenceless heart
I burned so long in that merciless heat,
that now I am but ash
and ash does not catch fire again
So now,
this indifference of mine is armour, stitched together from the shards of a broken heart
Not made of stone
but of the exhaustion of a thousand unanswered nights
My indifference is the silent scream of a lover who went all the way.. to the end of pain, to the end of grief, to the very end of loneliness
And now, I have nothing left to give
except this silence, whose price you already know
Not that I was always this way, No..
Once upon a time, my heart was a shelter for every breeze of kindness,
and I gave my hands away freely to the waters of tenderness
But love, that bitter, honeyed wine poured into my mouth until my very soul was scorched,
and every sip left a fresh wound upon my defenceless heart
I burned so long in that merciless heat,
that now I am but ash
and ash does not catch fire again
So now,
this indifference of mine is armour, stitched together from the shards of a broken heart
Not made of stone
but of the exhaustion of a thousand unanswered nights
My indifference is the silent scream of a lover who went all the way.. to the end of pain, to the end of grief, to the very end of loneliness
And now, I have nothing left to give
except this silence, whose price you already know
- ۱.۹k
- ۱۳ شهریور ۱۴۰۵
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