Mind keeps from roaming around.
Too many words, yet it all remain unspoken.
Too many voices, yet it all remain voiceless.
Too many none that only a heart can give a sense.
Too damn, to be dumbed.
You have the words, but don't know the exact words.
Like a taped mouth insisting to open and ended up unstring.
Bleeding nerves that feels like it is bursting.
They said, timing is a mistake.
Say what you have been felt.
Say it before you have run out of time.
Say it before it's going to be numb.
But how? Knowing someone you chase is already owned by someone else?
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Originally composed by: @Prettymira18
Date: October 24, 2015
YOU ARE READING
A Poetry of Emotions
PuisiIT'S NOT ABOUT WHAT A WRITER SAYS. IT'S ABOUT HOW A WRITER SAYS IT, TO MAKE A READERS UNDERSTAND IT.
