A Mute's Graveyard Of Written Silence

I could still remember how she smiles luminously with her mellow lips. It was like I could tell from her dreamy eyes her invitation for a kiss. But it didn’t matter, because I knew I was reading her wrong; or I was lacking in courage. She is the most beautiful unscented flower I ever found, yet, her vibrant fragrance was a temptation; a desire that made my shallow mind unsound. I could still remember how I fell for her. If only I could tell her those words. Those words.