I ran to the top
About to roar;
I held back instead
That unsullied feeling
Before anything is ever said
Take a second,
My heart raced
Not often enough
We relish.
A triumph so sweet
Silence leaves my lips;
Our secret
I stayed speechless.
Once I unleash the words
They belong to the world.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 12:38 PM UTC
I ran to the top
About to roar;
I held back instead
That unsullied feeling
Before anything is ever said
Take a second,
My heart raced
Not often enough
We relish.
A triumph so sweet
Silence leaves my lips;
Our secret
I stayed speechless.
Once I unleash the words
They belong to the world.
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