Poetry
Words,
Sometimes with words that are unspoken,
There are left just too many questions,
Only looking through those full and empty reflection,
A reflection that won't do any action,
Only left a life that's full of grief and suffocation.
Sometimes with words that are unspoken,
There are left just too many questions,
Only looking through those full and empty reflection,
A reflection that won't do any action,
Only left a life that's full of grief and suffocation.
Words,
Words that are still left unspoken,
Unwilling to expose a heart,
Expose a heart that is timidly broken,
Expose a heart that isn't anymore
Anymore in a way it is not want to be,
Words that are still left unspoken,
Unwilling to expose a heart,
Expose a heart that is timidly broken,
Expose a heart that isn't anymore
Anymore in a way it is not want to be,
Words,
Those unspoken words are still trap,
Trapped behind those shadows,
Shadows of another tomorrow,
Would another day mend a broken sorrow,
Or could a heart still be kept shattered,
With those broken sorrow on day full of only hollow?
Those unspoken words are still trap,
Trapped behind those shadows,
Shadows of another tomorrow,
Would another day mend a broken sorrow,
Or could a heart still be kept shattered,
With those broken sorrow on day full of only hollow?
© Nana Asakawa 2020
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