When I speak to you,
All I can do is hold my breath.
My time is long overdue,
And I can feel my own death.
But I can't help but be frustrated,
About these last words, I say.
And nothing has ever amounted,
Because all I do is run away.
Why can't you just be there,
when all I ask for is nothing.
All I think is how unfair,
Because those words I say come out as demoralizing.
When will my time come,
To shed some light on my own hauntings.
All I want us to do is blossom,
Yet my heart is constantly aching.
Oh words...
How I stumble...
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Unspoken Words
PoetryIn the labyrinth of human emotions lies a treasury of unspoken words - the silent echoes of sentiments left unsaid, the whispers lost in the cacophony of life's chaos. "Unspoken Words" delves into the hidden recesses of the heart, where poetry inter...
