Silent treatment, a bomb waiting to explode,
Emotional silence, the heartache untold.
Words left unspoken, the pain lingers on,
The silence is deafening, the damage done.
A bruised heart says things it doesn’t mean,
Hurt and anger, like a storm unseen.
The silence, a weapon, in this war of love,
The aftermath, a battlefield of scars and shoves.
The power of words left unsaid,
The damage they cause, the tears we shed.
Meet in the middle, put away the knife,
And break this cycle of pain and strife.
