Jaanuu
Favoured Frenzy
I loved you, and perhaps it’s true,
That ruin quietly entered through.
Not through the love itself, but how
I held it close and spoke no vow.
I could not shout it to the sky,
Nor let the world see how I’d cry.
It stayed within, a buried flame,
A wordless ache without a name.
No one could see the weight I bore,
The silent grief behind the door.
I made it sacred, small, unseen,
A hidden shrine where I had been.
You loved the stillness I became,
Not knowing silence held my shame.
You loved the space I never filled,
The parts of me I had to kill.
You thought my quiet meant I healed,
But every wound was just concealed.
For love must speak, must touch the air,
Not curl like smoke around despair.
I came again, not whole, not bright,
A fading shadow in your light.
I brought no song, I brought no sound,
Only the ghost of love I found.
Still I was quiet, still you turned,
And in the silence, bridges burned.
We called it peace, but it was frost,
A slow forgetting of what’s lost.
Now I don’t know if you were real,
Or just the silence I could feel.
A dream I held, with trembling grace,
That time erased without a trace.
But still I loved you, that remains,
The source of joy, the root of pains.
For love that lives without a voice,
Is not a bond, but a quiet choice.
That ruin quietly entered through.
Not through the love itself, but how
I held it close and spoke no vow.
I could not shout it to the sky,
Nor let the world see how I’d cry.
It stayed within, a buried flame,
A wordless ache without a name.
No one could see the weight I bore,
The silent grief behind the door.
I made it sacred, small, unseen,
A hidden shrine where I had been.
You loved the stillness I became,
Not knowing silence held my shame.
You loved the space I never filled,
The parts of me I had to kill.
You thought my quiet meant I healed,
But every wound was just concealed.
For love must speak, must touch the air,
Not curl like smoke around despair.
I came again, not whole, not bright,
A fading shadow in your light.
I brought no song, I brought no sound,
Only the ghost of love I found.
Still I was quiet, still you turned,
And in the silence, bridges burned.
We called it peace, but it was frost,
A slow forgetting of what’s lost.
Now I don’t know if you were real,
Or just the silence I could feel.
A dream I held, with trembling grace,
That time erased without a trace.
But still I loved you, that remains,
The source of joy, the root of pains.
For love that lives without a voice,
Is not a bond, but a quiet choice.
