A thousand words,
a hundred groans,
tens of screams,
or a heart writhing moan.
I would choose silence.
An explanation to prove my worth,
a harangue with a point absurd,
a debate to get some validation,
or harsh phrases of damnation.
I would rather choose silence.
A scented love letter, five pages long,
a poignant, melodious song,
a talk about life under starry skies,
or a discourse of what is and what might.
I would still choose silence.