purposely unspoken words
A love that was not meant to be told
Yet
I have said. Perhaps
Among all those jokes and bickering
When
Empty words became real
And you would never know.
The language was never the same.
And also because
I would never say it again.
A love that was not meant to be felt
Yet
I could feel. Perhaps
During those late hours of tiredness
When
I missed your presence
And you would never know.
The language was never the same.
And also because
I would never say it again
A love that was not meant to be loved
Yet
I have loved, perhaps
For a fraction of a second
Or perhaps
For eternity.
And you would never know.
posted by tongueofsilence @ 12:05 AM
