the wind felt the tear that was suspended on the fabric near the window sill,
it was from the last night's melancholic moment.
the cold wind blew the fabric enough to dry, leaving no evidence for them to find-
the brokenheart,
the shattered dreams,
the lonely soul, unheard, unseen.
the wind knows the story, but quite kind enough to not show and tell.
YOU ARE READING
unspoken
Poesia•𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 [𝑎𝑑𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒\ˌən-ˈspō-kən\] 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑...𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢. *** 𑁍𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝚌𝚌𝚝𝚘. 𝒫...
