My pen would fly across the page,
Unspoken words haunting me,
As you slowly broke through my wall,
You broke through me too.
And my unspoken words ripped me apart,
As you left.
*
My words fly from my tongue,
As I tell him how I feel,
See the problem with unspoken words,
Is not that they're unspoken,
They're just gone.
YOU ARE READING
Notes To You
PoesíaWords that fill my brain, while I lie staring at a bright screen, with a red filled arrow beside your name.
