Don't mind the lyrics

I come from silence,

Not the golden kind.

With bruises that withheld,

The love behind.

My language is quiet,

Like smile and scream.

Present yet absent,

And yet I dream.

I hide behind words,

A solemn in night.

Broken but not done,

Shimmering so bright.

I am fragile, broken,

Like a glass of art.

Still chasing fire,

My withered heart.

Through every crack,

I write my name.

Always in the shadows,

But never the same.