The silence

The silence of the street blows through my window calling for me. The silence while you looking at silly me. The silence when I speak. You can have anybody. You can offer up so gold. That you treasure and so I'm told. You can offer diamonds. And I would weep. Brilliant pear shape. Or baguettes. How could I forget? The silence when we speak. The silence when I need to be believed. You can't buy me- I'm not sale. And that's just me.