This poem was written for my boyfriend at the time. It seemed that every time I would try and tell him how I felt, he wouldn't hear. Finally I gave up and he just sort of drifted away from me, like my words that he never heard.
My words left unspoken
untold and alone
left as a secret,
written in stone.
Whispering with the wind,
through ears that don't hear.
Will one never know
how I love thee so, dear?
To think is to speak,
as breath is to air,
forgotten in time,
left in despair.
When life is determined
by the beat of a heart,
the truth will be spoken,
and with a kiss,
we'll depart.
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