Analysis of Loud silence

The thoughts are deafening as I sit in this room.
Wishing that I can hold out my hand to yours.
Crying without shedding a tear, screaming without making any noise. Not being able to express how I feel because of the inner thoughts. Now that life moves on I can’t help but look back at what I’ve had. Although it may be too late the memories will bring me bliss and sorrows. The everlasting addiction of love will rein supreme. With a heart lost in the plains of emotions, I am now cold.