There is a choke in my throat
An exhale waiting to be had
A river of tears running through
A mountain of sad
A silent scream
on the tip of my tongue
Stays silent
because it's all been said and done
What there was, is gone
I know that now
What I can't swallow
Is the why or the how
It stays there, like a choke in my throat
As I go through my day
Feeling tears that never run
And thinking things I'll never say
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 8:25 AM UTC
There is a choke in my throat
An exhale waiting to be had
A river of tears running through
A mountain of sad
A silent scream
on the tip of my tongue
Stays silent
because it's all been said and done
What there was, is gone
I know that now
What I can't swallow
Is the why or the how
It stays there, like a choke in my throat
As I go through my day
Feeling tears that never run
And thinking things I'll never say
