Silent Sentences
(hummmm) The ink is dry,
the page is white
I wrote your name in a quiet room Where fantasy and shadow
bloom
Letters of fire that turn to clay
Folded and tucked and put away
A dozen dreams that I never sent
To tell you what the silence meant
The cursor blinks, the screen grows cold The bravest truths
are left untold
They are the ghosts of words I could not say
Drifting like dust across the bay
A quiet kingdom built on paper wings
Oh, hear the song
the unsent draft sings
A castle made of unspoken lines
Buried beneath the ancient pines
I save the files and close the door To keep them safe
forevermore
For in the dark,
they run so deep
The prettiest secrets we always keep
They are the ghosts of words I could not say
Drifting like dust across the bay
A quiet kingdom built on paper wings
Oh, hear the song
the unsent draft sings
Still in the dark
They remain... (ahhhh)