Here we've been sitting
Let silence show...

(Not really a quote or a poem, just a thought I...
And what would they be...

Her cheeks have been well used
As cushions for her tears...

In the corriders of my head
My mind has lost its way...

(This poem was written a while ago)
I cry these silent tears...

Her face, like the moon
Cold and still; a souless stare...