Unspoken
These are the things I never said, these are words that are still unread. Pain in my eyes and a broken soul, but I still play the happy role.
These are the things I never said, these are words that are still unread. Pain in my eyes and a broken soul, but I still play the happy role.
"PETALS OF POETRY" Soft as silk, delicate as dew Petals of poetry, unfolding anew Tender words, like rosebuds tight Unfurl to reveal, the poet's light In hues of hope, and shades of sorrow Petals of poetry, dance tomorrow Whispers of love, and echoes of pain In delicate curves, the heart's refrain Like cherry blossom...