Not a Word

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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.

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