unspoken

Tell him his a coward Yes him Tell him I said this to him Tell him he should listen carefully don't reveal to a soul that I whisper as I utter these words Tell him I sent this to him For I don't have the guts to say it to him But don't tell him that Do not state my name to any being that breaths For silence is what I pick Instead tell him his a coward Tell him his the type of coward that makes me cower But don't, don't tell him I cower When he is in sight That my knees give way to the wind That I have no mind to think cause he might think he has power I'm not like flowers that bloom in the night I won't wither away, but I won't ignite I won't glower or scowl, or show my pain But I'll make sure he knows – he's the coward, not me, in vain Never tell a coward You are the coward Never tell him that his the wise lover For him might think otherwise Tell him loud and clear his my coward I admire from a mile