I never knew the power of words,
Until I heard theirs.
The way their words lingered in my head,
Like calligraphy imprinted in every bit of my brain.
Digging through my skin,
Leaving scars so deep, yet unseen,
Unaware if they meant it and why,
Screaming through it all,
In the cold nights,
Wrapping my arms around me like the safest shelter to rest,
To escape a place full of doors,
Yet not able to get out of it,
The trap they put me in just through their words,
Maybe it was easier to joke about it,
But it was not easy to pretend.
Maybe they should try hearing this too, through my head,
Maybe they should live in the place too, with no where to escape.
Maybe then,
It won't be easier to joke,
Cause they will know then that,
All the things they said felt like the winter breeze in the coldest night, and all I longed for, was a safe place.
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Unsent Letters With Words Unsaid.
PoetryIt is always going to be just you, the stars and some pages lying all over your place, And you will wait for a language to speak about things that haunts you, but I think you will prefer staying quiet. I guess, Unsaid Words are a language of their o...
