Unsaid
How it pricks every time the sun sleeps Shuffled words, seems to cut deep It roots with thorns that makes my heart bleed Shuffled words that remain unsaid How I stumble in every steps Bearing a heavy weight of every leap A hole in my chest so bleak Heavy words that remain unsaid How the things could've been If only that unsaid words has speak My mind should've clear and straight The meaning of this unsaid, could've seen
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