Complete Silence



By: Justice Marshall

The smell of vanilla spice,
And the pencil in my hair.
The sound of that football game,
And my brown-eyed stare.

I wouldn’t have it any other way,
No, I wouldn’t care,
We were sitting in complete silence
But you’re over there.

I know my lips are always a pout,
And I might talk too much.
But it was that held moment,
You had me in your clutch.

I wouldn’t have it any other way,
I wouldn’t dare tell you such.
We were sitting in complete silence,
Inches away from touch.

Maybe it was your smirk,
It could be another thing.
It definitely wasn’t the way you mock me,
It would never be the way you sing.

I wouldn’t have it any other way,
None of your other habits to bring.
We were sitting in complete silence,
And onto you I cling.

When you finally turn off the tv,
I feel your eyes on me.
There’s this heat on my cheeks,
God..I hope you didn’t see.

But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
There’s no where I’d rather be.
In complete silence your eyes meet mine,
Now you and I are we.
 

 

Justice Marshall is a 16 year old currently attending Westlake High School in Atlanta, Georgia.