No soul was born perfect,
Neither completed.
There's always something missing,
In every page,
In every chapter.
There is something missing
You wished you knew,
So you could fulfill the emptiness.
But then, you couldn't spill it out,
Nobody would listen,
Because they're also busy wondering
What's wrong that they couldn't be completely happy.
So you chose to stay silent,
Left words unspoken
Beneath your breathe.
While hopelessly waiting
For a wandering soul
That might be willing to lend an ear.
And in return,
You will give back the time
He spent listening to your melancholic melody.
How you wish you could spill
The stocked words,
Lingering on your throat,
That's making your day bitter.
||Aeris||
YOU ARE READING
Untold Poetry (Within The Hidden Pages)
PoetryThey got stuck in my throat. They clung in my tongue's tip. They kept me awake at night. They are unheard, undiscussed. Do you know what they are? They are the unsaid words of untold poetry.
