Mirrors of Me

Not a Word

The unsaid , the unspoken
the yet to be spoken
which containg leaves me broken
it is an ocean of emotion
where then shall I commence
hence I stay in silence

In fear of being misunderstood?
or rather of the vibrations in my void being in vain
I want to be honest as possible
yet fear the possibilities honesty creates

Happiness might follow
so I wait it be morrow
,a dawn of light
I doubt it will be tomorrow
but what is the harm in finding out.