A fiery tear disappeared
spilled in her like an ocean.
The wavy flames sent holograms
across her eyes perception.
The hurt is never just another 
With no cause for explanation.
But why do these waves crash again?

The aftertaste of staying calm
Is like artificial sweetener
Saccharin at first is tasted
Then you taste the bitter
Silence is Golden until now,
I know that I know better 
Than to let others know my thoughts.