We spoke in glances, not in words
Our silence said what couldn't be heard
The spaces between every breath
With stories we wrote in quiet death
You traced my scars, I traced your pain
Two different storms, the same cold rain
We bled in colors no one sees
A grammar made of memories
And every cut became a phrase A truth too raw for mouths to say
This is the language of our shadows Written in echoes,
carved by moons
I am not feeling well.
I don't know what happens to me.
I can't sleep well at night.
Sometimes I feel like I have no friends,
relatives,
love.
And sometimes I feel like I am trapped in darkness.
I just want to be happy,
but I don't know how.
It's hard
to teach us what our names were worth Maybe
loss is how we speak When words are tired and hearts grow weak
Don't say a thing.
The silence knows Our broken tongue
still gently grows
This is the language of our shadows Not written down,
but felt in tones
Every sigh,
a prayer unheard
Every scar, a sacred word
We're fooling now, in love and ruin
The language of our shadows