Tuesday. 5.5.09 3:19 am
Unspoken
By Franki D
When you never hear the echoes
Or the whispers in the day,
Then all that�s left is sadness
From a life that didn�t stay.
For we long for the unspoken,
Words we are longing to hear,
That give the soul some comfort
And the answers far and near.
It�s the words that never surface
That can change a woman�s path,
When all we really wanted
Is to hear those words at last.
We will not hear the unspoken
For there�s nothing left to say,
Cause time was of the essence
And that time has slipped away.
Things that should�ve been said
In moments of here and now
Just passed right by in silence
And quietly took it�s bow.
We now will never find here
The moments that drifted by
The words that went unspoken
Have now laid down to die.
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