by Ella Viaja
What we say is what we are. And we've said nothing.
|Every mile brings me closer,
to being further away from you.
And everything we say,
can't make our lies more true.
I can hear you saying,
the things you never said out loud.
But the more I want to hear you,
doesn't make my heart less proud.
You never gave me hope,
that things would be better someday.
Because faith and hope unspoken,
doesn't make it easier to say.
You're holding on to something.
You won't tell me what it is.
But realizing what we never had,
makes it hard to miss.