silence is misguided
deny it try to hide it
cut and dry it
dissect it
preserve it
a memory
on the shelf
proud to see
so shiny
you polished it to perfection
too bad its made of glass
dont say i lie
too proud to cry
a man of few words
of no feelings
characaturised to enternity
of demands
shadow of perfection
but still in the dark
you need light for a shadow
walk out of the light
the shadow before you
the truth yet to come

I <3 your writing. another great poem.

Wow. Perfection *thumbs up* keep up the good work.