Frozen emotions deep inside my chest.

Few memories to build them

and a lifetime to wash them away.

So you, who look deeply inside my eyes,

don’t shake for what comes out of my mouth.

Sometimes, you know, I’m mute

and what you hear,

is just the noise of emotions who creak.




  1. In the Stillness of Willow Hill

    I understand these frozen emotions. My mouth usually refuses to speak of my heart… I write!

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