In the stillness of night,
The cold bitter words,
Floating in my head,
These are the words,
Neither spoken nor heard.
These are the words,
That pray upon my mind,
That live within my heart,
These words,
The ones that must not be spoken.
Upon my death bed,
I have but one final wish,
My true thoughts,
These words,
To finally be revealed.
Whether accepted or rejected,
They must be told,
One day not so soon,
But a day none-the-less,
Lest my life end,
With a cold, sad, and bitter death.
Apr 18, 2011
Apr 18, 2011 at 11:22 AM UTC
In the stillness of night,
The cold bitter words,
Floating in my head,
These are the words,
Neither spoken nor heard.
These are the words,
That pray upon my mind,
That live within my heart,
These words,
The ones that must not be spoken.
Upon my death bed,
I have but one final wish,
My true thoughts,
These words,
To finally be revealed.
Whether accepted or rejected,
They must be told,
One day not so soon,
But a day none-the-less,
Lest my life end,
With a cold, sad, and bitter death.