I never said it.
He doesn't know.
I'll be here struggling,
For god knows.
But he doesn't know.
And that makes it a little less painful.
Unless he reads my words..
Of the things I left unsaid.
That I've left open like my heart,
That I must close like the door,
That was left open.
Move on.
He doesn't know.
YOU ARE READING
What She Wanted To Say.
PoetryShe didn't give them much choice, as to what she did with herself. She didn't say too much, so that she wouldn't give herself away. She didn't speak so she was never heard. She didn't speak so she was always hurt. She didn't speak, her words choked...
