i
wish
that
i
could
tell
you,
like
soured
milk,
so long
overdue.
like
birds
that
fly
south
before
the
snow,
i wish
it
had
flown
from
my lips,
long
long
ago.
like
a
rose
in
full
bloom
and
the
bee
that
buzzes
above,
i'll
have
to
fly
away
in
peace,
just
as
a
graceful
dove.
some
things
can
never
be
spoken,
some
things
can
just
never
be,
some
thoughts
get
treated
as a
lifetime
prisoner,
...
never
to
be
freed.