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.
Waiting to hear,
The words unspoken.
- by Cold
miercuri, 9 septembrie 2009
Words Unspoken
Publicat de Cold la miercuri, septembrie 09, 2009
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