Biting Back The Words

i sit here, listening to your voice,
and there’s so much i want to say –
some many words spring to mind
of what you mean to me –

but no, my head cries out –
don’t be a fool… don’t say those
words, don’t change a thing…
remember our golden rule

for every time you’ve said those words,
another piece you did lose…
for every chance you took on life,
another day did your soul die…

so i sit here, listening to your voice,
and there’s so much more i want to say –
so many words my soul would will;
ones my head would silence permanently

remember, my senses say,
of the ones you’ve spoken up to –
remember how they used those words
to break you into someone you never knew

remember, the brain shouts aloud,
remember all the strife –
remember all the fights and meaningless…
remember that part of your life?

so i sit here, listening to your voice,
and there’s so much more i want to say…
emotions i feel down to my depths -
ones mere words could never dignify

i sit here, listening to your voice,
pondering all the things i'd love to say –
and my soul cries out, “if you don’t,
you’ll never know if he’s just listening, too.”