It Goes Unsaid

Sunset over the water and hearts made of glass
look into the surface, for signs of death to pass.
Sounds that echo and sounds that sing,
painted with colors that winters bring.
She is ever quiet, She is ever cold.
He is never breathing, He is never old.
Nine, Three, Six, Three,
Some things just were meant to be.
Moonlight over the water and shattering glass,
I only hope this feeling lasts.

 

Author's Note

Enjoy ^_^

Reviews

[Zree Rye-ben]

Wow thanks to both of you ^_^ I really appreciate it.

[Boris Jonathan Novak]

Great work. Your words flow smoothly, and your scheme is off to a great start. Keep up the great work!

[Rachael]

Nicely written.
Short, sweet, and to the point.
Nice rhyming..
overall nice job!