This silence is familiar.
It sounds just like us.
When we only sit and smile at each other.
This silence means happiness.
The happy feelings i feel whenever i see you.
You, the only one who made me this way.
This silence tastes so sweet.
As sweet as your laughter to my ears.
Or like your smile to my eyes.
This silence smells good.
Like your sweet perfume on the Sunday morning.
Tempting every inches of me to hold you closer.
This silence feels right.
It feels right like you for me.
Like the way we should be.
This silence now hurts.
It hurts now when we stop talking.
When we start to ignore each other.
This silence now hurts.
Like your last words to me.