The words are unspoken,
for years I've been broken.
One day it'll all come out as we cry,
only on the day that I'm finally telling you goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry from a broken soul
PoetryPoems written by me. Do not use without permission. Do not claim as your own. But hey, you probably will anyway. What's the point of asking you not to?
The final hour
The words are unspoken,
for years I've been broken.
One day it'll all come out as we cry,
only on the day that I'm finally telling you goodbye.
