miercuri, 9 septembrie 2009

Words Unspoken

As I wander down the street,
My mind is troubled with what
I seek.

The rain starts falling,
The road gets wet,
I am wandering with thoughts of regret.

My head is aching,
My heart is broken
And the words
Are left unspoken.

Do I forget,
Or do I act?
Maybe I'm afraid,
Of the way you'd react.

How you'd respond?
Would you break this bond?

Now I'm here
And I know that you're near,
Waiting to hear,
The words unspoken.

- by Cold

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