More than this.

She flipped her hair, walked poised and had a pretty smile.
She knew everything and nothing all at once,
She thought there was an escape from this.
She wore make up to hide her puffy eyes,
She screamed in pure silence deep inside her head.
She thought of the times she lay awake,
Dreaming galaxies apart, gleaming into the night sky.
She had to run she knew. These voices were just absurd.
She took her classes and listened to everything.
She was told by someone that things aren't exactly how it looks.
She wanted to believe things will change,
So she did.

She believed in simple things and a simple heart.
Maybe that's why nobody understood her.
Maybe that's why her spoken words were never justified.
That's the root cause for why nobody ever wanted to listen to her
Maybe she might run now,
She might disappear into another dimension.
Where people don't judge,
Where love is not measured or marked down with mistakes.
Or maybe this is all another plan of her unknown dreams.

She carved her heart on pages and wrote her way into solitude.
She started to change, to be free of those demons.

She couldn't understand these noices and chaos,
She didn't know whether she should try or just leave it all.
She was so confused with these familiar faces,
She was in doubt, she didn't call this home now,
They look at her like she is a masterpiece though her edges are torn apart.
She held apathy to these materials, to these hypocrites.
Her cage was left open tonight.
This is a battle we all have fought.
I never knew what this was.
That little girl who knew nothing but simple things seems to be a faded memory now.
She has changed a lot and by far.

She slept without a blanket now,
She stared deep into the blackness.
She fought everything and everyone, she fought herself too.
They all remembered her now,
The close ones and far ones apart, she was no longer home.
She was what you call a thesis,
But she slept peacefully somewhere in the globe now,
She was home, she was herself.
The sixteen year old who had a deep heart.

She was no longer scared, she no longer needed validation.
She no longer dreamed of this heavenly place,
She was finally here tonight.

No, you won't know.

So it goes somewhat like this,
It happened once long ago and here we are digging it up all over again.
It was sweet words and long nights with fairytales.
Then it all turned bittersweet and twist of fate.
So yes, this is how every story goes now.
Like every heart has a story waiting to be told.
Why? How come you don't look at yourself anymore?
No, not in a mirror but through your mind.
Your soul isn't what it used to be before.

I used to hold your hand and think it was safe.
Like your grip is made out of iron and no hurricane can take me away.
But now I'm not sure, I'm not sure.
Why did you let me change my views about you?
Is this how we grow? Is this the way I'm going to lose my childhood dreams?
I don't need the Cinderella stories to come true but just you.
I don't need your sugarcoated words but just those eyes to have that shine.
For you may not know,
But this means something special.
This is what I'm in love with.

Could you stay the night? Not because it's cold.
But because I'm scared you might lose your way.
You're my shelter, you're my adventure.
You are something I haven't seen for awhile.
People may think I am wrong,
But I won't let it in between us both.
You were with me when you I was born, when I had those crazy schemes keep me awake.
I don't need anybody but your validation.

So at least now you might hear me out,
Because I'm almost close to my last breathe.
And I need to know whether you'll come with me like before, everywhere.
You are my heart, my one ,
The one whom I always carry around.
My sweet dreams.

Silence.

It's just a word, a feeling, a knowing, a situation and at times a choice.

But what does it do anyway?

How does it kill us or mend us?

Sure it's something we hear in a bus full of strangers,

In an exam hall it's what we keep,

In our sleep it's what we do.

But what is it when you are with your loved ones?

Is it just a feeling or a state of being?

How can we define it when we have so much terms related to it,

Yet all those make no sense in pure reality.

Why does it cling onto us when it's our chance to rise up.

It lives on the tip of tongue, on the very edge of our lungs.

Sure we can all overcome it but what after?

How can we describe something which actually means to keep shush?

Is it all just a written down theory held close to the logic that surrounds us,

Or is it just some kind of a fantasy we still haven't let go of?

If he knew what was his heart's desire maybe his smile would change,

If she could understand her crazy schemes,she might dream different.

But this is how it all goes down,

The free ones will be caged, clipped wings and chapped lips,

Red eyes and tear stained cheeks,

With a lot of stories hidden behind these walls.

Darling, we know we have hearts, 

So why do we act like we are run by thesis.

Because what you know is what you believe,

So why drown it with the silence.

Don't you know you are strong enough to break it?

It may be a feeling or anything else,

But it can never be you.

So how come all these years you hid you're beauty my dear?
When all you were born to do was shine.
This silence is something you can embrace and change.
It's our teenage and our olden days.
Its all our past intertwined to meet some others.
But don't let it shadow your future.

When all you need is a rude awakening to know all this or a part of this,
This silence won't be there to help you sleep anymore.
You're chaos will be your choice now, a sea to be sailed.
And you can break some bones, make some noice,
Just tell me your stories loud now.