Silently Crumbling | Ishma Z

They were only two mute birds sitting on a wall
They were only two worlds of Heaven and Hell
They were only two trees planted for one another
Dreading the breeze

The clouds that gazed from above
Watched as they stood like revealing lonely mountains
Their love is as grey as the weather
Dreading the breeze

The exhilarating feeling of repossessiveness
Frees him every night
He can only dream that there is a light
That warms them again
Dreading the breeze

Secret tears
When struggles appear
The ends fraying
As they’re slowly decaying

Jealousness radiating off him
While she is silently crumbling
But they are both
Dreading the breeze

We all face the struggle
The secret tears that threaten to pour out
After all
They were only two mute birds sitting on an isolated wall.