A Framed Silence

Heartbreaking when friends don't talk anymore 
Makes your heart all achy and sore.

Writing poetry is not so much fun
When the words ,  they don't come.

It's like watching the slowly falling rain
You feel the tears, yet not lose the pain. 

I feel like a soul that's misunderstood 
Trying my best to make it look good.

I try to hide myself inside my woe
It's best not to let it show.

My hands are empty but filled with words
I cling to the words that can't be heard.

The ink will not dry, the time will not pass
Your forever presence in my life my life will surpass.