I forget to use a filter sometimes,

and it's never what I intend to say.

Always trying to match your words like rhymes

(too insecue for silence anyway).

 

I got your attenion? I'm misusing!

Put's this time with you in an hourglass.

Childishly, I will act amusing.

Little miss know it all. I'm a smart ass.

 

When will I learn that silence is golden?

And show you that you are not that broken?

 

Over insignificant things I freak.

Unreasonably, I start to demand.

Loud mouth over your quiet heart I speak.

I don't hear your story to understand.

 

You wanted to share with me your passion.

Heart on sleeve you told me your fear and pain.

My response burned your trust to ashen.

With my own laments, I cause you to drain

 

When will I learn that silence is golden?

And give you back the peace that I've stolen?

 

You needed my ears to listen closely,

to reason what was said and left unsaid.

You didn't need me getting all nosy.

Shutting you down and left blushing bright red.

 

Now we're avoiding a confrontation,

beating around bushes, raising eyebrows,

over thinking, and caught in frustration.

Turned backs on a bond we used to espouse.

 

I learned to late that silence is golden.

Peace is quiet with the hand you're hold'in.