Fruit of My Boredom

Unsaid

Unsaid

I've been composing the right word to say

Or if it is really worth to say

It bothers me everyday

Can you tell me where to find the guts on how to make a way?

Time was blown out

You're coming in while I'm walking out

Even if I shout, you won't hear me out

My heart almost battered by the gun shot

Having a short glimpse once in a blue moon

My heart and eyes are both thirsty of seeing you soon

And when that time comes,

I'm hoping, this so called heart won't beat wild and loud

The pave had been branched,

No matter what we have to step in

There's no more time but still unsaid

I won't seek and just hide those words behind the shed.

I didn't wait for this time to come,

The time of wearing those cap and gown

Because that means of living the town

Just to reached those what we want, the crown.

I am glad that I met you

But now, I have no chance to even glimpse at you

I am hoping that the words that I want to say to you now

Would change and fade away

Because I do not want to hold on this feelings for you, anyway.